我们经常

We’d often

被卷入天气之中

been included in

它在变化前

the weather, whose

只露出蛛丝马迹

changes (as in the

（就像下午静默

still, portending

欲语的黑云）

darknesses of after

多数情况毫无征兆

noon) were hardly

八月的雨

evident, if even

落在米克斯阿克城

manifest at all.

嘈嘈的雨声

The August rain

让方圆几里

over Mixcoac

都沉入静寂

& the deadening

而我们突然

of all aspect

变湿的身体

at a distance:

膨胀，僵硬

yet our sudden

的衬衣和裤子

wet bodies, firm

最终被脱掉

swelling divested

丢在方格地板上

finally of shirts

几行泥脚印

& trousers, left

旁边

beside turbid

那舌头，

footprints on

那些嘴唇

the tiled floor;

那闪电劈在

this tongue, these

你大腿

lips the lightning

未被丈量的土地上：

over the unchartered

连续发现的新大陆

landscape of your

让身体越来越不像

thigh: successive

之前的那幅静物画

terra nova to

resist the still

life of the body