Four Treasures of the Sky

by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Either you die of disease or you die because of a man. To which I asked, What is the difference?

I watch them with tenderness, following their movements. I miss you, and I do not even know you, I want to say to the miner, the launderer, the servant.

This is the way we sit, until we hear the door opening, the bell ringing. Somewhere, a customer needs something. This is how we remember that we are still alive.