From predictions for ominous weather and late-night loving to the tension between new life and certain death, the poems in The Shape I Take are not your typical reflections on motherhood. Rather, they seek to capture the realities of the anticipation, desperation, and trepidation that come along with bringing a baby into the world: milk-drenched sheets and all.

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​But this isn’t really about the ancient terrestrials or the extraterrestrials at all. It’s about the big questions that haunt us in the middle of the night, because we don’t have answers for them and we know it. It’s about the niggling doubts that work their way into the circuits of our mind and force us to look at what we think we knew about God and our reality and ask, “What if it’s not at all like we thought?” And, if that’s the case—where does that leave us?

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