I Want to Face Desert Wind

i do not want to cry about my father anymore

i want to eat a plum instead

i want to roll on the floor 

back and forth 

for a very long time.

i do not want to look at my hair in the mirror and sigh

i want to hold my belly after a meal and say, 

"should we head home?"

i want an old woman to divulge her love affairs unto my ears

i want to braid my sister's hair but she cut it

i want to face desert wind again 

i want to face desert wind.