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Nights in the Forbidden City A eunuch stares.
Head lowered, I drop my clothes. Naked, I am rolled in a rug that he has brought. Carried off on his back
across the Forbidden Palace's courtyards I am ushered to the edge of a room where the Emperor stands with crossed arms. Somberly the Emperor runs his finger
along my shoulders, down my chest. I shut down, imagine my mother in her straw shoes
bent over the village well... He touches my breasts, and I become water trembling in a bucket in Gaojiagou. By Bob Bradshaw QLRS Vol. 9 No. 4 Oct 2010_____
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