The bathroom sink was very much like my parents’ marriage;A visitor would admire the beautiful grey marble
But an inhabitant would know that it was on the verge of collapse.
My parents dealt with it like the rest of their problems – doing nothing;
In the meantime, we stopped using that bathroom altogether.
And I had forgotten. No miracle happened. The crash was so loud that
I ran as far away as I could in the apartment; the sink’s fragments were after me.
My father’s phone was conveniently busy. My mother, who called him,
Said phrases I could not understand but they made my head spin with fear
And they made me swear I would never be in love.
Holding what was left of the sink together –
This is the image that comes to mind every time I read
Mao’s quote about how women can hold up half the sky.
The debris on the floor started swimming.