We’d often

我们经常

been included in

被卷入天气之中

the weather, whose

它在变化前

changes (as in the

只露出蛛丝马迹

still, portending

（就像下午静默

darknesses of after

欲语的黑云）

noon) were hardly

多数情况毫无征兆

evident, if even

八月的雨

manifest at all.

落在米克斯阿克城

The August rain

嘈嘈的雨声

over Mixcoac

让方圆几里

& the deadening

都沉入静寂

of all aspect

而我们突然

at a distance:

变湿的身体

yet our sudden

膨胀，僵硬

wet bodies, firm

的衬衣和裤子

swelling divested

最终被脱掉

finally of shirts

丢在方格地板上

& trousers, left

几行泥脚印

beside turbid

旁边

footprints on

那舌头，

the tiled floor;

那些嘴唇

this tongue, these

那闪电劈在

lips the lightning

你大腿

over the unchartered

未被丈量的土地上：

landscape of your

连续发现的新大陆

thigh: successive

让身体越来越不像

terra nova to

之前的那幅静物画

resist the still

life of the body