Infinite and Plausible
It is the smallest idea born in the interior will, that has no fury nor ignorance, no intruder but stranger, no scaffold of a plea, no mote of the hungry, no pitchfork of instinct, no ladder of pity, no carriage of lust, no wavering foot on concrete, no parish of bees, no mountains of coal, no limestone and ash, no lie poured down the stairs of a house among them, and this is the will of maker and offspring, no boot in the hallway indicating more exit than arrival, more straying than strategy, no more struggle than contained in my body now, as I wander the rooms, tearing curtains apart from their windows separating material from light.
Copyright © 2010 by Tina Chang. Used by permission of the author.
Born in 1969, Tina Chang was a finalist for an Asian American Literary Award from the Asian American Writers Workshop for her debut collection Half-Lit Houses.
Date Published: 2010-01-01
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