Joshua, by Jordana Jacobs
Inside the ovaries of my husband’s grandmother, Sylvie, resided an egg the size of a grain of sand that would have been Hannah, my brilliant and accomplished mother-in-law.
On Learning That My Daughter’s Rapist Has Been Taught to Write a Poem, by Katharyn Howd Machan
about his sadness. / About how the moon hung full / that morning, every morning