夜在出汗，汗溼我的雙乳；

Night sweats, sweat between my breasts;

牀單滑溜溜的，我的意識

the sheet slick, my mind

像一個忘在屋外的牀墊

a mattress left out and pecked open,

被院子裡那棵高高的楊樹上

stripped of its stuffing

精心裝修的喜鵲一家

by magpies battening their nest

一點點啄散，掏空。

high in the courtyard’s cottonwood.

凌晨兩點，三點，四……

2 A.M., 3 A.M., 4,

別錯過班車，別錯過班車，

Don’t miss the bus, don’t miss the bus,

父親從他夯實的新墳裡

my father talmudically warns

用猶太教律法口吻提醒我，

from beyond his freshly tamped grave

貓頭鷹眼中射出一對光束

as an owl’s twin searchbeams

掘開黑暗。牠的夜襲

exhume the dark. The nightly raid

以一陣呼嘯開始。

begins with a series of hoots.

牀單浸溼了。我的心

The sheets are soaked. The heart

給了你，此刻

I gave you, the one currently

它囚禁在我體內，纖維顫動著

confined in me, fibrillates

像一只錫勺

non-stop like a tin spoon

在鐵窗間不停敲擊，

banged between iron bars,

自我慶祝進化成

self-celebration morphing

一刻孤獨而驚惶的抗議

into solitary panicked protest

隨著貓頭鷹的影子起飛。

in shadow of the owl’s launch.