Nine months pregnant and we're moving to a new city. I'm vacuuming behind the movers as they lug out furniture, vacuuming dust and strings and surprising number of spiders big as August blueberries. The spiders scramble to throw themselves over their silk-fleshy egg sacs before the vacuum hose finds them. This does no good. I can feel their bodies break against the inside of the hose as they pass under my palm. And I wonder two things: what forces could conspire against me which I would be so helpless to defend my own daughter? And why haven't I vacuumed more often?
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