我的骨頭口齒清晰

The articulation of my bones

發出一隻鳥的動靜，我醒來時還不太確定

a bird’s, I woke not just not knowing

我在哪裡，我是誰，是什麼：

where or who but what I was:

我伸開的手臂是她休憩的翅膀，

my opened arm a wing in which she rested,

兩個褐色身軀熔接在

the two of us fuscous and fused

晦暗的羽狀物中，

in the feathery half-dark

直到那一度徘徊試煉的

until that consciousness that’s always

意識再次復活，

roving, testing, that’s roving now,

企圖組織一個確切的記事，

striving to assemble an accurate report,

直探更深處的知覺

probed further into the feeling

終於發現我是線繩和稻草的製品，

and found me made of string and straw,

被光亮的銀絲粘合在一起，

bits of silky floss licked together,

一個巢穴，完美適應她羽翼未豐的形態，

a nest shaped to fit her unfledged shape,

這一切我欣然接受

an account of ourselves I accepted

直至日光撬開百葉窗簾

until daylight pried apart the louvers

照耀她剛剛剃過的軟髮上

and I discovered myself fingering

我輕柔的手指。

the soft stubbles of her shaven hair.