The House on Mango Street

by: Sandra Cisneros

Sections 37–40

1

But who believes her. A girl that big, a girl who comes in with her pretty face all beaten and black can’t be falling off the stairs. He never hits me hard.

2

Things had a way of disappearing in the garden, as if the garden itself ate them, or, as if with its old-man memory, it put them away and forgot them.

3

I read somewhere in India there are priests who can will their heart to stop beating. I wanted to will my blood to stop, my heart to quit its pumping. I wanted to be dead, to turn into the rain, my eyes melt into the ground like two black snails.

4

I waited for such a long time. I waited by the red clowns, just like you said, but you never came, you never came for me.

5

She has her husband and her house now, her pillowcases and her plates. She says she is in love, but I think she did it to escape.