People Who Can Comfort The Dead Can

My Aunt Could Not Have Been The Lone Romantic Who Gave Up Everything For Sex. Women In The Old China Did Not Choose. Some Man Had Commanded Her To Lie With Him And Be His Secret Evil.

When We Chinese Girls Listened To The Adults Talk-story, We Learned That We Failed If We Grew Up To Be But Wives Or Slaves. We Could Be Heroines, Swordswomen. Even If She Had To Rage Across All China, A Swordswoman Got Even With Anybody Who Hurt Her Family. Perhaps Women Were Once So Dangerous That They Had To Have Their Feet Bound.

How Unlike A Dead Fish A Live Fish Is.

We're All Under The Same Sky And Walk The Same Earth; We're Alive Together During The Same Moment.

Let My Life As Poet Begin. I Want The Life Of The Poet. I Have Labored For Over Twelve Years, One Thousand Pages Of Prose. Now, I Want The Easiness Of Poetry. The Brevity Of The Poem.