The articulation of my bones

我的骨頭口齒清晰

a bird’s, I woke not just not knowing

發出一隻鳥的動靜，我醒來時還不太確定

where or who but what I was:

我在哪裡，我是誰，是什麼：

my opened arm a wing in which she rested,

我伸開的手臂是她休憩的翅膀，

the two of us fuscous and fused

兩個褐色身軀熔接在

in the feathery half-dark

晦暗的羽狀物中，

until that consciousness that’s always

直到那一度徘徊試煉的

roving, testing, that’s roving now,

意識再次復活，

striving to assemble an accurate report,

企圖組織一個確切的記事，

probed further into the feeling

直探更深處的知覺

and found me made of string and straw,

終於發現我是線繩和稻草的製品，

bits of silky floss licked together,

被光亮的銀絲粘合在一起，

a nest shaped to fit her unfledged shape,

一個巢穴，完美適應她羽翼未豐的形態，

an account of ourselves I accepted

這一切我欣然接受

until daylight pried apart the louvers

直至日光撬開百葉窗簾

and I discovered myself fingering

照耀她剛剛剃過的軟髮上

the soft stubbles of her shaven hair.

我輕柔的手指。