中国大好き

Jun Er
RAT-NOTES

the money my mother gave to me and my brother
that was never enough
she hid in the wood stack in the store room
after a while she thought of looking
rats had bitten three bills
into weird crescent shapes
I took them into the city
to the bank
the bank attendant let me tape them
when I taped half a bill together
he gave me half of the money
300 yuan in rat-notes
became a new bill of 100 yuan
I held it up to the sun
it was real, a brand new portrait
of the great man

Tr. MW, Nov. 2014

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