The baby is crying. I am lying on the floor in the bathroom—white square tiles, tangles of my hair, the crystal blue rocks of cat litter—and still the baby cries. Below the waistband of my shorts, in the shadow of my pelvis’s crest, I check the hole in my flesh. It is on my left side, round as a dime, scar-pink and a little shiny, cut the whole way through.
Reilly, A. S. (2022). Hole. Chestnut Review 3(4). https://chestnutreview.com/cr_v3_n4/amie-souza-reilly-hole/