“he sprints to my door, the first words after a hug being ‘you’re getting an abortion, right?’ I am so lucky! his fear of the wrath of god does not apply when it’s his problem. he’ll confess his sins later. i bark at the protesters outside the planned parenthood in between sobs i’ll be the monster they want me to be am i a monster? is this thing inside me, only an acorn, just like me? am i lucky that it has a heartbeat? am i lucky that my iud dislodged? am i dying? why do i want to die? the most awkward situation: a woman, her not-anymore teenaged daughter, and the daughter’s boyfriend sit in a family planning lobby in the heart of chicago. so many lucky people around them. glowing. i am not glowing. i am a black hole swallowing joy. everyone knows what i’m here for. i am disgusting. i am lucky. my brother silently gives a pro-life billboard in indiana the middle finger. this is the most touching thing he could have done. i am back at my apartment. i am throwing up. i am lucky. my brai...