Look at it, cold and wet like a newborn
calf. I want to tell it everything—how we
struggled, how we tore out our hair and
thumbed through rusted nails just to
stand for its birth. I want to say: look how
far we’ve come. Promise our resolutions.
But what does a baby care for oaths and
pledges? It only wants to live.
From What Kind of Woman by Kate Baer. Used with the permission of Harper Perennial. Copyright © 2020 by Kate Baer.