At 39, Véronique Cyr finds herself bedridden at the high-risk pregnancy clinic at Sainte-Justine Hospital. Between two alerts, she doodles, takes notes, tries to make a poem of fear. “My body no longer belongs to poetry, it…
At 39, Véronique Cyr finds herself bedridden at the high-risk pregnancy clinic at Sainte-Justine Hospital. Between two alerts, she doodles, takes notes, tries to make a poem of fear. “My body no longer belongs to poetry, it…