Abigail, the bullet form becomes an argument about simultaneity: erotic pleasure, parenting, artistic ambition, fatigue, commerce, gratitude, and uncertainty all occupy the same life at once. Your question about expecting balance to be fixed gives the piece its central pressure, since every section reveals a life continually moving among appetite, responsibility, creation, and interruption. The pigeon, the chlorine, the dragonflies, and the interested agent keep the reflection grounded in details that carry both pleasure and cost. Grateful for the candor and formal play with which you let the erotic, maternal, professional, and creative selves share one page.
Abigail, thank you for being so consistent with your writing, opening up your world to us as readers, and for just being you. Appreciate your writing and you as a person!
I feel like I solidly need a playlist. You always have such great picks.
Abigail, the bullet form becomes an argument about simultaneity: erotic pleasure, parenting, artistic ambition, fatigue, commerce, gratitude, and uncertainty all occupy the same life at once. Your question about expecting balance to be fixed gives the piece its central pressure, since every section reveals a life continually moving among appetite, responsibility, creation, and interruption. The pigeon, the chlorine, the dragonflies, and the interested agent keep the reflection grounded in details that carry both pleasure and cost. Grateful for the candor and formal play with which you let the erotic, maternal, professional, and creative selves share one page.
I’m sure you know this already, but if you dig Funkadelic, you’ll probably also groove to Parliament. As we also should be.
Abigail, thank you for being so consistent with your writing, opening up your world to us as readers, and for just being you. Appreciate your writing and you as a person!