Reading Jennifer K. Sweeney

  ADOLESCENCE   1 In the scoliosis clinic, I waited in a room of skeletons while men reshaped the architecture of my sister, spongy discs stacked in S-curves like haunted seahorses, undulant when I shifted a protuberance side to side in my thumb and...

Midday

  I am passing through my neighbor’s backyard, and I stop, because her patio door is open. The sun is there, pouring over a table and chairs, all those rhododendrons and pollen. In all that light, I can see up the stairs and into her living room, where the woman...

Progress Report

  She will live inside me for three more months. Of this I am certain: we are running on time. We are progressing at the recommended rate. But she is still so small, not even two pounds, and she lies completely connected. There are days when I want to fill her...