Is it mother guilt that has me folding clothes on a static Saturday night? Wrinkles are frowns of disapproval; the after-hours turned inside out, and it’s my job to sort all the household’s undergarments out, but the whole moment shrinks the ego; gives me starchy fright. A life of crisp corners, stiff-collared bore. Motherhood is a lifelong chore.
Cover Art: Karlotta Freier
©2021 | K.F. Hartless





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