Experimental
On Subalternity
My great-grandmother lived at the limits of my imagination.
In my family history, she, the matriarch who outlives her husband,
who outlives two children, whose fragile and bony wrists used
to scare me, but I now carry with pride, the jade,
that absorbed all her bad luck, and now mine,
and turns to me, sadly, that I too, will never understand
the kind of love that sounds like Toishanese farmland.
I quietly carry it, I quietly carry her, I quietly carry it all with me.