I fit into my self better than I ever fit into my Prague jeans. I fit into this house and this family and this story we're living of tired parents who glory in the quiet beauty of waking up beside boys who have pretzeled themselves in between us under cover of dreams.
My girlish figure is from another era when I didn't nurture and protect anyone but myself. I see people with their fragile, girlish hips and I think, "How do you rule the world with those hips? Is your love precious and fragile like your hips?"