You have no father, my mother said & wiped my neck with a long towel; I smelled the lavender soap: bubbles on her cheeks: the outline of her lipstick: dark purple around her lips; they were unlike mine; I wanted hers; I hated the garden scent; no lavenders please, I said; just muddy bodies on blue vinyl sheets at the flower shop; sand & pebbles filled my mother’s mouth; I bit my lip: tasted blood.
*** The first draft on March 31.
When I was twelve, my grandfather took me to a flower market. There were no flowers, but dead bodies caked in mud on blue vinyl sheets. I cleaned my mother’s face with my handkerchief.
Every night, my mother boiled water with a red kettle. A towel soaked in the scalding basin. She wiped my neck, cheeks, and behind my ears. She told me, I am sorry you never knew your father.
After my bath, I sat in front of the mirror. I touched my mouth, which is unlike my mother’s. I grabbed her red lipstick. …
It was a fantastic weekend. I had awesome Mexican Food at Javier's Sabor Mexicano on Friday. I had a 100% grass fed buffalo-burger at Whole Foods on Saturday. I went to find good deal spring clothes within $10 and found some perfect little shirts in the kids section of one of the stores. I had my favorite mocha at Seattle's Best Coffee. Well, it has been awful at my work for two months. I made tons of mistakes and am started to lose the company profit a little bit, something we always find out after the fact.
Actually, I do not know what I can do with a master's degree in English. I think that my job is probably the best current position because I can learn business from professional people. The business knowledge will be always useful in the artistic society or any field if I want to live with it. In addition, with my personality, I cannot hinge my financial security on writing alone. In every morning, I am not happy with a glass of carrot juice withRYVITA from the Great B…