Squatting and squinting at teacher’s high-heeled hooves, my wet and blinking little eye (despite my feeble cry, my pulled-down milky mouth, my wee head wobbling, my craned neck complaining, stretched up from my tenuous body) is wide-open and distractible. Babyrage is tiny, fleeting, suddenly swerves— mid-sob I am spellbound by teacher’s spidery legs that cross […]