In her hand the glinting needle,

銀針在她的手中，細長的光

silvery

被皮膚下面的黑吸引，

zhen

每一次穿刺都是快速的，品嘗著嘶嘶聲

, drawn

總有一些奉獻之物在托起它

toward the shadowed subcutaneous.

承受詢問。

Swift stabs hiss their own savor.

As ever, sacrificial flesh

獲得標注的荒地

bears interrogation.

微微下陷的部位快要開花了，

我知道她要尋找一個終點

The empty territory marked,

或一個廢棄的港口

the dimpled skin pricked open,

一艘船的倒影和帆的形態。

she seeks a destination,

disused harbor,

變化經過曲折的洞穴而來

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

她的臉已變得模糊，沒有溫度

像回憶中的燕麥出借給饑餓的時辰。

Through twists and hollows, something comes.

我想起見過很多次的光芒，

Her face blurs, cools, like the time

空寂的下午，一個聲音對針尖說：

borrowed oatmeal answered hunger.

「吃吧，吃吧。去獲取你的生活！」

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.”