Abstract
Why do I feel this spiritual emptiness? My hand, resting by the window, feels almost incapacitated, as my vision begins to blur . . .
—Lü Heruo, “Autumn of Clarity”
I cut into your arm. Your skin is as crisp as paper, but blotchy as well. The dark brown birthmark on your wrist is impossible to miss. How could I not recognize you?
I follow the brachial vein toward your palm, where a network of vessels and nerves gets more and more convoluted. I remember you used to complain that your hand might be short a few tendons, or why else did you play the piano so clumsily for Lü san during your lessons?
—Lü Heruo, “Autumn of Clarity”
I cut into your arm. Your skin is as crisp as paper, but blotchy as well. The dark brown birthmark on your wrist is impossible to miss. How could I not recognize you?
I follow the brachial vein toward your palm, where a network of vessels and nerves gets more and more convoluted. I remember you used to complain that your hand might be short a few tendons, or why else did you play the piano so clumsily for Lü san during your lessons?
| Original language | English |
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| Title of host publication | A Son of Taiwan : Stories of Government Atrocity |
| Editors | Howard GOLDBLATT, Sylvia Li-chun LIN |
| Publisher | Cambria Press |
| Pages | 103-112 |
| ISBN (Print) | 9781621965947 |
| Publication status | Published - Mar 2021 |