1/30-Yes, I am getting started a little late.

Dear potential future daughter—I cannot even begin to conceive of you.

I am one of those women who love babies like oceans love coral reefs. I know that the world is full of promises like tiny fish and anenomes stretching towards plankton. I know that light filtered through water is the only real light. I know that when a human comes down in a mask that makes them see like they belong here, they are the last ones we should trust. This water, this water, it sounds from us like bells. Watch the waves, watch the ripples—we know this. A woman walks her toddler on the shore. Come, let us guzzle the footprints.