is like being burned up

就像在十二层的电梯上

in a twelfth-floor elevator.

被活活烧焦。

Or drowned in a flipped SUV.

就像越野车翻到河里被活活淹死。

It’s like waking with scalpels

就像当我行走时

arrayed on my chest.

手术刀插遍我的胸膛。

Like being banished to 1983.

就像我被流放到1983年。

Having a fight with you

我和你的争吵，

is never, ever less horrid: that whisper

带来一种恐怖，它从未减轻过：有一种耳语

that says you never loved me—

告诉我你从来没有爱过我——

my heart a stalled engine

从一个小小的方窗望出去

out the little square window.

我的心脏是一台停转的机器。

Your eyes a white-capped black sea.

你的眼睛是白色笼罩下的黑色海洋。