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The Most Selfish DesireAuthor(s): Mark HarrisonSource: The North American Review, Vol. 291, No. 1 (Jan. - Feb., 2006), p. 34Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25127523 .
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N A R
MARK HARRISON
The most selfish desire
this boy's known was for a girl
bent over
a toilet bowl
she just sat on,
throwing up
wine
she just drank?
her naked panties
pulled down
around her thin ankles,
my bare open hand
barely touching the thin shirt on her back.
She was beautiful
then, and I loved her
for it.
It was the least I could do.
MAIJA RHEE DEVINE
Chinese Bride, 1999
Before Mao, women
waddled on mummied, shrunken
feet, blew honey-red smiles from behind
screens, flashed thighs through slits in silk qipao, coaxed
their voices to tweak like satin tearing,
boy-baby machines,
little-emperor incubators.
After Mao, Not enough
college money even for one
son!
A high school diploma good enough for a girl! A Nanjing daughter obeys, beheads
her dream of college, serves it on a tray to her younger brother,
Suowei, meaning "Our future depends on
you."
A forty-watt bulb dangles over
the daughter home-schooling herself
after daily bank work, seven years.
She's slipped her silver and gold into
the wrinkled palms of her mother, into her brother's tuition piggy bank as she'd done as a ten-year-old
her five fen, candy money from her father
into her brother's pocket, while he napped. Why would a little girl do that?
Mountain-spring love, some say.
Conditioned to sacrifice, others say. For herself cynics say, her brother will gallop to her, if her husband fails.
The year she wins her degree-by-exam,
the Year of the Sheep, she lights incense to Buddha,
scorning a red kneeling cushion silk-tasseled at corners,
grinds her knees on the oak, a hard thanksgiving for a hard-earned heaven. She bows, both
her hands on the floor, palms skyward, and toward lotus blossoms around the dais.
On the eve of her wedding, she commits to memory every
line of a book, to earn
a scholarship to mei guo, America, the Beautiful Country, where money and fame trees grow for women, too.
On the wedding night her handsome groom asleep,
gardenia blossoms in her hair, she eases her head on a pillow, a big thick tome.
34 NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW January-February 2006
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