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葉覓覓 Ye Mimi


娥在腋下產卵，然後死去


總有一天/雨不是溼的路不是平的草不是乾的傘
不是壞的/天空折毀/沙灘和海絕交
/微風露出細齒/雲筆霧愛笑
每個人就/住進一座自己的電話亭/亭口養一隻狗
/或孔雀/或貓


每十四天發一袋硬幣/半個月就一瓶芳香劑
/頭髮剔成蝶形/必戴黑色墨鏡
冬天穿雨衣/夏天穿泳衣/涼鞋尺寸沒有規定
/襪子顏色傾向蘋果的/綠


一個人打電話給/另一個人/另一個人
打電話給另一個人
/就這樣不停/傳話下去
最後一個人終於打電話給/第一個人/總有
一天
他說/喂/第一個人也說/喂
他說/
他說/昨晚/娥在我的腋下產卵
/第一個人說/喔
然後死去/他來不及說
/就掛斷電話了/他們都掛了


每一年的端午節/大家交換彼此的電話亭/
帶著各自的貓/或孔雀/或狗
一陣騷亂過後/他們摩擦彼此的身體
/敲打電話按鍵/合奏一手波蘭舞曲
/這是唯一的節慶


你是誰/她問
我是瀑布/他回答/十分虛弱地
你是誰/她驚/異/對著話筒/又一次問
你知道/瀑/布
有聲音的布/可以覆蓋並隔絕/一切
/像鋼琴蓋/水溝蓋/或者鍋蓋/那樣
/她回答/又一次
我愛你/她說
他淹沒她/急速


密閉的電話亭/玻璃是透明/如同坐在汽車裡的心情
/毫不費力的穿梭/相互滲透的風景
他們製造如紙屑般飛揚的話語/從嘴巴飄進耳朵
/從耳朵積聚在心底
總有一天/所有人說盡所有的言語/對所有人
任何誇大的比喻
和貧乏的修辭/任何漫長的牢騷和愛意
那麼/所有人就會/捏著電話線深深的螺旋
/揮舞剪刀卡嚓/卡嚓/分離話筒和話機/同一時間裡


這時/就要發給每個人番茄汁/和蓬勃的歌詞
/作為寯永獎勵


這首歌是這樣唱的
/喔/什麼都別說
/喔/誰都別和誰/攪和
/我們都要張開胸鰭/痛快過活
/什麼都別說


他們都願意唱
/唱完就罵一句/*&@#%$
/一句/小小聲的/ㄍㄢˋ
音色像橄欖/甘美而/不髒


總有一天
/蝴蝶是不規則的矩形/駱駝長出丘陵
/橋比蛇陰鬱
/螞蟻比子彈強/而有力
每個人就/住進一座自己的電話亭
/說盡所有的言語/像高速旋轉的/果汁擠壓器


/含著風鈴的噴涕

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A Moth Laid Its Eggs in My Armpit, And Then It Died


one day there'll come a day / when the rain will not be wet / the avenue / the grass
undry unbrellas
unbroken / the sky bent out of shape / a day when sand and surf have gone their
separate ways
/ the breeze unveiled its tiny milk-teeth / and clouds have it all over fog puttin' on a
happy face
then everyone will / move into their very own phone booth / keep a puppy at the
welcome mat /
/ or a peacock / or a cat


and every fourteen days they'll get a bag of coins / every fortnight a can of air
freshener
/ have their hair cropped back just like a dish / don a pair of dark rimmed glasses
rain coats in winter / swimwear come summer / sandal size unspecified
/ their socks inclining towards an apple / green


someone calls up / someone else / and that someone
calls up yet another someone
/ and so it goes / from one someone to the next
until that last someone rings up / the first one / one day
there'll come a day
he says / hey / and the first one too says / hey
he says /
last night / he says / a moth laid its eggs in my armpit
/ O / exclaims the first one
and then it died / he had no time to add
/ as he hung up the phone / and left them hanging high


when the Dragon Boat Festival (a.k.a. Poet's Day) comes 'round each year / they'll all
trade phone boooths'
/ take their cat / their peacock / or their puppy /
and when they've finished going at it tooth and nail / they'll all rub up agqainst each
other
/ and play a polonaise / with the keypads on their phones
/ this will be their one and only holiday


who are you / she says
waterfall / he answers / listlessly
who are you / she days / beside her / self / in a maze / meant / as she directs her
question into the phone
you know / water / fall
with a sound that cuts off and clamps down / the whole kit and caboodle
/ like a piano lid / a pot top / or a manhole cover / that kind


/ he says / all over again
I love you / she says
he drowns her out / prestissimo con brio


in an airtight phone booth / made of glass / you feel as though you're sitting in a limo
/ absorbing the scenery and being absorbed in turn / as you're effortlessly carried on
your way
the conversation they fashion cascades like ticker tape / out of their mouths and into
their ear
/ canals and form a little heap at the bottom of their hearts
one day there'll come a day / when everyone'll have exhausted every language there is
/ reapted to every someone else every
puffed-up metaphor
and tired turn of phrase / every long-winded grievance and expression of affection
that's when / they'll / twist their phone cords into ta cockcrew spiral
/ and in one fell swoop / flourish their scissors snip / snip / off with their handsets


that's when they'll get their Bloody Marys / and the lyrics to a thriving song
/ in a gesture of recognition they'll savor forever


and the song will go like this
/ O / don't you say a thing
/ O / don't you have a fling
/ for when our fins take wing / we'll make the rafters ring
/ so don't you say / O / don't you say a thing


and everyone will want to sing it
/ and when they're done blurt @%&*(*
/ i.e., a single / barely audible / frig'n!
with a tone like an olive / divinely / dirt-free


one day there'll come a day
/ when every butterfly will be a lopsided carpenter's square / every camel sport a hill
/ every bridge throw on an air of gloom more fearful than a viper
/ the ant will be mightier than the bullet / more powerful
then everyone will / move into their very own phone booth
/ and there they will converse in every language / like a high-speed / juicer


/ mouthing a wind chime's hachoo


--Translated by Steve Bradbury