Letters swallow themselves in seconds.  

字母瞬间吞噬它们自己。

Notes friends tied to the doorknob,  

朋友系在门把手上的字条，

transparent scarlet paper,

透明的红纸

sizzle like moth wings,

如蛾翼般嘶嘶作响，

marry the air.

和空气举办婚礼。

So much of any year is flammable,  

如此这般任何一年都可供燃烧，

lists of vegetables, partial poems.  

蔬菜的清单，写了一半的诗。

Orange swirling flame of days,  

好多日子旋转成橘红色火焰，

so little is a stone.

太少能如石头般留下。

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,  

是什么突然显现又瞬间消失？

an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.  

缺位的呐喊，乌有的庆贺，留下空白。

I begin again with the smallest numbers.

我再次从最小的数字开始。

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  

迅疾的舞步，失与留之间的踟蹰，

only the things I didn’t do  

只有那些我未做之事

crackle after the blazing dies.

在火星熄灭之后发出爆鸣。