混亂 魯迪·弗朗西斯科 林木譯
在你無法控製情緒的那一天，
你呼喚我，聲音像兩組指關節
在爭執前發出的脆響。
我找到你，像一隻破損的酒杯。
我擁抱你的碎片。我割傷所有手指
試圖重新拚湊你。
當一切結束時，
你看著地毯上的汙漬
責怪我製造了混亂。
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.
