Letters swallow themselves in seconds.  

顷刻间，字母们会吞咽掉自己。

Notes friends tied to the doorknob,  

这些手札，朋友把它们系在把手上，

transparent scarlet paper,

它们绯红色透明的纸页，

sizzle like moth wings,

像蛾翼一样咝咝响动，

marry the air.

迎娶空气。

So much of any year is flammable,  

一年中那么多要燃烧，

lists of vegetables, partial poems.  

清单还剩蔬菜、诗歌片断。

Orange swirling flame of days,  

每一天都有一个橘色涡形火焰，

so little is a stone.

渺小像一块石头。

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,  

在那里，存在过的转瞬消失掉，

an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.  

缺席者呼喊，庆贺，腾出那个位置。

I begin again with the smallest numbers.

我又要从最小的数字重新开始。

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  

丧失的快舞，枯叶的曳步，

only the things I didn’t do  

那些我从未涉足的

crackle after the blazing dies.

在熄寂后轻轻爆裂。