last year i asked my mother what she thinks 在粉碎

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tbt stands for 记忆 “turn back time?” 

仍有许多人 and I 

didn’t 努力保留着

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tell 仅存的碎片differently

 

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when my mother was small and 

misbehaved her mother would tell her: you don’t deserve a good death

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now i see 

my mother’s mother one half her

face at a time sometimes 之前一阵大风席卷世界而来

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the video freezes i wait 

but the connection 之后一阵大风席卷

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is fine she is just being 

still 

the 世界而去

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more of her memories she loses 

the sweeter she becomes

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                     eating peaches shirtless over the sink

juices and pulp running down my arms abundance

my mother and my mother's mother taught me to inherit 

i remember that 

there will be a last time 

i hear my mother laugh

感恩生活

my grandmother was already my mother’s mother and

long an orphan the first time she heard 

a plastic bag 

 

what would she have thought it sounded 

like that first time 

how would she describe to me 

 

the sound of it

 

when you

touch my face 

尽管有时感觉是满地鸡毛

and i  am already motherless