Emotions; Excerpts
Twilight, my vascular system, stained with blood, fails to bring forth a lamb.
Dawn, I seem to rise from the womb, like a skinned rabbit laid out for breakfast.
Night, I fall from the stars, causing the horses in the graveyard to be castrated or impregnated.
Day, the coffin floating on the river was assembled to form the current bridge or wedding ship.
My bones, piled high, are the ruins of human dwellings on the water's surface.
Swallows and monkeys feast on my wilderness belly.
My heart faces the royal court of Chu, silent before the northern refugees.
The people of the world now have ample supplies for war.
The last supper's food passed directly through our maidens,
Their wounds, the seams in their skulls,
The last supper is served to us,
A feast, conceiving itself in the crowds: ourselves.
