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“The end. Are you sure you like this story? It’s a little scary.”

“I’m not afraid of anything, mama!” Eyes rolling, Luna’s mother crawled out of bed, exiting her young daughter’s small bedroom.

Songs 
of my father’s 
belly laughter 
flow through the eye 
of the needle 
and around the loom 
with each abdominal contraction. 

It reminds me of  
home.