Status Updates From Hao: Stories

im 不好 rn reading this

“What words were turning inside her, as she cooked, waited for us to come home from work, from school, as she ate, slept? Words that surged forth, subsided, surged forth again. They birthed, they died, consumed, and renewed each other, bred and multiplied. They made her head heavy. She bent her head, like the lean locust tree in front of our window, its leaves rustling until they were gone…”