Meaghan Calcari Campbell

…a walking sea that held a tiny swimmer. Once, I was her vessel, and her portal into the wide world. I became more pro-choice than ever while pregnant because it was so consuming, so overwhelming, so life-altering. Later, holding my squalling, hungry, helpless infant, I wept thinking that this particular love-tor…

…and Michigan and Indiana and Ohio and Kentucky and Missouri and Mississippi and on and on. I think: it is easier in half the states to get a gun than it is to get basic reproductive healthcare. And again, I swallow it down.

I think about how fertility is nearly always framed as a women’s issue, except when it comes to regulating it. Then, it becomes a matter for 27 white men to decide. Whose bodies are allowed to exist beyond the law, and whose bodies stick in the webs of it, hanging.