The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.

What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?

My sister gave the woman two aspirins from her purse, and I had some water with me.

A woman ran out of the water screaming, my baby, my baby. Everybody got scared.

They demanded diamonds, ransacked the house and, after finding nothing, poured boiling water over the 47-year-old woman and assaulted her 26-year-old son.

When the young woman
leans over the sky,
about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,
her white front splits open
until her milk runs.