Would you like a slice of pcar or a slice

你想要一片梨吗？或是一片紫水晶？

of amethyst? It tastes of nightmare and we,

它尝起来像是噩梦，而我们

mice in silk kimonos, rustling across

穿着丝织和服的老鼠们，簌簌作响

a fragile bridge, Nearly identical, sick

通过脆弱的桥。同质的，对于空虚

of the vast, Midwestern sky, quiet as dry

感到厌烦的中西部天空，静得像是

starfsh. Eyed, dipped in a basin, a beautiful

一枚干海星。被察觉，蘸在盆地里

bundle of nerves. I remember

一丛美丽的神经。我想起在帷幕的

a harvest behind the curtain, that white

背后，一场丰收，白色的肿胀

swollenness in the Spring Room: a throat

发生在那个春天的房子里：喉咙

frosted to the bone, and then

因霜冻而近乎于骨头，还有

the tremor of gelatin beneath the skin--

皮肤下那轻微颤动的胶原蛋白-- --

grass in the mouth, green breath in winter.

嘴里的青草，在冬天带来绿色呼吸

Then, the endless curiosity

然后，关于地球无止境的

of earth: a muddy river in the distance

好奇心：一条遥远的泥水河

saturated me as the soul lingers in the body

充盈我正如灵魂在体内萦绕着

to feel its sinews unravel, raw--

感受它被拆解的，新鲜的肌肉

my little island at war, A brazier warms

我的小岛正经历一场战争。火盆温暖

a windowful of eyes, There are no fowers like us,

玻璃倒映的一窗眼睛。没有别的花像是我们

patient or numbed, There is no hunger

这般麻木，且耐心。也没有人像我们

like ours, seducers of scattered bcauty,

一样饥饿，这破碎美丽的诱惑者

Emptied of blazing organs, we flew lightly,

抛却炽热的器官，我们轻盈地飞起

then pulled, sunk beneath, by wanting.

再被扯下来，把我们淹没的，欲望