MY MOTHER

My mother

My mother

Adaughter, in characteristic teenage latest trend, is wary of her mother and yet likes her acceptance. The expanse that augments between them is depicted some times in intensely lyrical images. For demonstration, after her breasts evolve, she states, “Between my mother and me now were the tears I had cried, and I accumulated up some stones and banked them in so that they formed a little pond” of broad black liquid in which only invertebrates can live. She and her mother now watch each other cautiously, making certain to wash each other with artificial phrases ...