“I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter. I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower, nor that…devamı“I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.
I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower, nor that children, two monuments, would break from between my legs two cramped girls breathing carelessly, each asleep in her tiny beauty.I did not know that my life, in the end, would run over my mother’s like a truck and all that would remain from the year I was six was a small hole in my heart,a deaf spot,
so
that
I
might
hear
the
unsaid
more clearly…”
