黃昏，蜜蜂逃逸，忍冬花

Evening, the bees fled, the honeysuckle

垂老的金黃，病房之門微開。

in its golden dotage, all the sickrooms ajar.

犧牲的法則：一切未終結的，潑濺出來……

Law of the Innocents: What doesn’t end, sloshes over…

即便在這裏，命運束緊了黃瓜。

even here, where destiny girds the cucumber.

於是你寫下幾首詩。帶有角質的

So you wrote a few poems. The horned

大拇指攏住漫不經心的耳朵。

thumbnail hooked into an ear doesn’t care.

從腰間翻捲出來的灰色底褲在說「無所謂」。

The gray underwear wadded over a belt says So what.

夜晚的空氣是極簡主義者，

The night air is minimalist,

用繡針刺一輪天然的月亮作簽名。

a needlepoint with raw moon as signature.

在這片沙漠之地，請不要問

In this desert the question’s not

「看得見嗎？」而要問「還有多遠？」

Can you see?

山穀裏的定居點亮起燈

but

像披上一身鎧甲；燕雀啾唧，我的拖鞋

How far off?

踩出不規則的碎裂聲。

Valley settlements put on their lights

like armor; there’s finch chit and my sandal’s

每一個靜候在此的人都曾經相愛。

inconsequential crunch.

Everyone waiting here was once in love.