50 Years of Sisterhood in Publishing ~ Recording
“The baby’s dragged the sheets to the kitchen, and now she’s stuffing them into the washer.
One hand lifting a wad of yellow cotton,
the other reaching down for more and more.
Breathing heavy, she’s feeding vast swaths by the armful, bent halfway
into the mouth of the machine.
A strip of skin exposed where her shirt’s ridden up.
An edge of diaper sticking out of her pants.
Who can watch a child and not feel fear?”