銀針在她的手中，細長的光

In her hand the glinting needle,

被皮膚下面的黑吸引，

silvery

每一次穿刺都是快速的，品嘗著嘶嘶聲

zhen

總有一些奉獻之物在托起它

, drawn

承受詢問。

toward the shadowed subcutaneous.

Swift stabs hiss their own savor.

獲得標注的荒地

As ever, sacrificial flesh

微微下陷的部位快要開花了，

bears interrogation.

我知道她要尋找一個終點

或一個廢棄的港口

The empty territory marked,

一艘船的倒影和帆的形態。

the dimpled skin pricked open,

she seeks a destination,

變化經過曲折的洞穴而來

disused harbor,

她的臉已變得模糊，沒有溫度

a boat’s inverted shadow, a sail’s shape.

像回憶中的燕麥出借給饑餓的時辰。

我想起見過很多次的光芒，

Through twists and hollows, something comes.

空寂的下午，一個聲音對針尖說：

Her face blurs, cools, like the time

「吃吧，吃吧。去獲取你的生活！」

borrowed oatmeal answered hunger.

I recall a light I’d seen before,

a mild, quiet afternoon, a voice

whispering as if to the needle:

“Eat, eat. Earn your living.”