ㄐㄗ对《Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth》的笔记(1)

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Your grandmother names his ingers ater seasons– inde inger, a wae o heat, middle inger, rainall. Some nights his thumb is the moon nestled ust under her rib.
Your grandarents oten ound themseles in dark rooms, maing out each other’s bodies, claiming whole countries with their mouths.
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Are they really this arrogant? Do they not know that stability is like a loer with a sweet mouth uon your body one second; the net you are a tremor lying on the loor coered in rubble and old currency waiting or its return. All I can say is, I was once like you, the aathy, the ity, the ungrateul lacement and now my home is the mouth o a shark, now my home is the barrel o a gun. I’ll see you on the other side.
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You are her mother. Why did you not warn her, hold her like a rotting boat and tell her that men will not loe her i she is coered in continents, i her teeth are small colonies, i her stomach is an island i her thighs are borders?
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her hands are a ciil war, a reugee cam behind each ear, a body littered with ugly things. But God, doesn’t she wear the world well?
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waiting or her sons to come home and raise the loneliness they’d let behind;
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‘when the men come, set yoursel on ire’.