My Heart Is Empty & My Life

When The Sun Is Shining, Think Of The Time It Won't Be, Because Even When You're Sitting In Your House With The Doors Shut, Misfortune Can Fall From Above. Page 279

Perhaps He Was Afraid As I Was That We'd Be Caught. Or Perhaps He Was Breathing Me In Just As I Was Letting Him Come Into My Lungs, My Eyes, My Heart.

And Often It Would Be A Woman Who Was In Her 70s Or 80s Who Would Win The Beauty Contest, Because Bound Feet Never Age.

My Love For Him Had Never Gone Away But Only Changed, Growing Deeper Like Wine Fermenting Or Pickles Curing. It Bore Into Me With The Pervasiveness Of Water Working Its Way To The Center Of A Mountain.

All These Types Of Love Come Out Of Duty, Respect, And Gratitude. Most Of Them, As The Women In My County Know, Are Sources Of Sadness, Rupture, And Brutality.