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in my mother’s house, i dream about a war i never knew
mother says that i am the mountain. in chinese, there is no past or future. what you are, you are forever. shān is mountain, like the yellow river, and the bones of girls wrapped in red in the bellies of fishes. mountain, like the green bark…
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in my mother’s house, i dream about a war i never knew
mother says that i am the mountain. in chinese, there is no past or future. what you are, you are forever. shān is mountain, like the yellow river, and the bones of girls wrapped in red in the bellies of fishes. mountain, like the green bark her grandmother ate when the japanese took up their guns to kill the yellow monkeys (that's me.)
