Dec 27, 2009
A daughter, in characteristic teenage fashion, is wary of her mother and yet wants her acceptance. The distance that grows between them is portrayed several times in intensely lyrical images. For example, after her breasts develop, she says, “Between my mother and me now were the tears I had cried, and I gathered up some stones and banked them in so that they formed a small pond” of thick black liquid in which only invertebrates can live. She and her mother now watch each other cautiously, making sure to shower each other with artificial words of love.
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