混乱 鲁迪·弗朗西斯科 林木译
在你无法控制情绪的那一天，
你呼唤我，声音像两组指关节
在争执前发出的脆响。
我找到你，像一只破损的酒杯。
我拥抱你的碎片。我割伤所有手指
试图重新拼凑你。
当一切结束时，
你看着地毯上的污渍
责怪我制造了混乱。
Mess, by Rudy Francisco
On the day you couldn’t hold yourself together anymore,
you called for me, voice cracking like two sets of knuckles
before an altercation.
I found you, looking like a damaged wine glass.
I hugged your shatter. I cut all of my fingers
trying to jigsaw puzzle you back together.
When it was over,
you looked at the stains on the carpet
and blamed me for making a mess.
