I must peer into every yellow window in the building. 

My favorite is the woman on the third floor, 

second from the right. She is always naked and 

her body looks just like mine. When beaten, 

the lanternfly’s gray, spotted wings spread 

to reveal its coral body and yellow blood. Her 

belly falls over her pelvis, as she hunches 

and combs her hair—the tiny bodies of babies 

falling like lice. After it reaches the nymph stage, 

the lanternfly feasts on peaches and plums, 

as well as the Tree-of-Heaven, named for its ability to grow 

quickly towards the sky. God bends down to my ear, 

brushing my long hair aside and says, Man, when you meet a girl like that, 

you’ve got to marry her. I tell him, When you see a lanternfly, 

you have to kill it on sight.