1. The celery feathers, the bacon flitch, the cups deep on the shelf and my cheek coppered and shone in the kettle's paunch, my mouth blubbed in the tin of the pan--- they were all I had to go on.
芹菜的翎，腌肉的薄片，碗橱深处的杯子还有我的脸颊在水壶鼓起的腹部闪着黄铜的亮光，我的嘴在平底锅壁哭诉——它们都曾是我赖以生存的一切。