omen from the village gather around the well at dawn
washing dishes, clothes, and bedding, and rush back
left by her mother. She washes. An extra plate
a new moon. She counts days. Waits. Will he come again?
grabs a basket and runs. Time now becomes clear,
roadside corn is taller than her body. She wants to watch. The
See him kiss the bride. With her own eyes. With no jealousy. Then
head home, listen to the sound of china breaking into pieces.
Translated from the Chinese by Katie Farris with the author.