>At the end of my pregnancy Jay became glutted. Like a pregnant woman, distended with babies and milk, he was saturated with emotions. Anything set him off. He yelled at me because of the cereal or because of the crying faucet. The continents were stretching because the bloated earth was growing, pushing them apart. I fell on my back during the earthquake. I started to believe in a swollen universe, engorged on stars and burning rocks and the space between the planets.
