fetus etoiles crisp white sheets show the best stains of burgendy lipstick worn too heavily on such fair skin. she'd lean in and kiss him, leaving herself against him - but he'd never realize that. she'd light a cigarette and lay back unenthused, what else was there to learn about, anyway? he'd insisted he was sterile and she believed that he was, perhaps in more places than one. though the swelling of her belly? that surely wasn't a sterlized fetus. 030901 ... crimson beautiful, etoiles a secret placed in a jar and pickled, like a forgotten fetus in formaldehyde 031019 ... somebody that i used to know I didn't even know i was pregnant by the time I miscarried. Not that I would have kept it. 071103 what's it to you? who go blather from