Blessing the Baby

Diannely Antigua
                    We blessed the baby while we tied around our wrists one long, red string.                     For a moment, the string connected us-wives, mothers, and me, neither-until it didn't, until the scissors severed                    us, made a bracelet of the blood string.
from the book Good Monster / Copper Canyon Press

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