On Silk | Sally Wen Mao

In her garden, Empress Leizu watched the fat white wormfeasting on the mulberry leavesits mouth a gutter, a hole, a maw so consumed by consumptionit falls through a hole it has eaten into her teacup, and once steeped in that bitternessthe silkworm unravels, retching spools and spoolsof thread soft as magnolia, fragrant too, and the … Read more