"i was the flicker, flame, butterfly ablaze, my husband's bride who wanted to fly in search of mythical rainbows beyond the rain. i was marked by something good or evil, but that would never leave me. "
~Ana Castillo, The Mixquiahuala Letters
My husband came for his selfish wife, embittered by shame or embarrassment for her not returning dutifully after the privilege of running off on her own for two months.
i was the flicker, flame, butterfly ablaze, my husband's bride who wanted to fly in search of mythical rainbows beyond the rain. i was marked by something good or evil, but that would never leave me.
It was apparent i was no longer prepared to face a mundane life of need and resentment, accept monogamous commitments and honor patriarchal traditions, and wanted to be rid of the husband's guiding hand, holidays with family and in-laws, led by a contradicting God, society, road and street signs, and, most of all, my poverty. Its drabness.
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