Mother, Pressed

Sarah Rose Nordgren

She instructs me in her vacant（空虚的） way 

 to identify the flower 

by looking inside the blossom --

 deep inside the blossom 

to spy its waxy（柔软的，蜡色的） alchemy（点金术，魔力）, 

 the sight of her pink 

skirt and pointed yellow feet 

 flattened between two sheets 

of translucent（半透明的） paper, 

 while at the same time 

butterflies vie for her hair, 

 my shirt is stained 

by pollen（花粉）, her bosom 

 looms above my head 

and a thought deep inside 

 the sun whites her face out.