Lie down, you are horizontal.

躺下，你就是水平的。

Stand up, you are not.

站起來，你就不是。

I wanted my fate to be human.

我要求我的命運成為人。

Like a perfume

好比香水

that does not choose the direction it travels,

不擇路而行，

that cannot be straight or crooked, kept out or kept.

不分曲直，無法阻擋也不能保存。

Yes, No, Or

是，否，或

—a day, a life, slips through them,

——一天，一輩子，從三者間滑過，

taking off the third skin,

蛻掉第三層皮，

taking off the fourth.

蛻掉第四層。

The logic of shoes becomes at last simple,

鞋子的邏輯終究沒那麼複雜，

an animal question, scuffing.

一個動物的問題，磨損。

Old shoes, old roads—

舊鞋子，老路——

the questions keep being new ones.

新的疑問不斷湧至。

Like two negative numbers multiplied by rain

正如兩個負數乘以雨水

into oranges and olives.

得到橘子和橄欖。