妈妈
我的妈妈
看了太多的电视
她炒菜放很多盐
我们变得干瘪
而且很咸
我的身体可以
随时感受到水滴
卧室 或者艳阳下
我经常抬头看看
有没有下雨
在道具一般的房子里
她的身体越来越小
直到我可以
握住她 轻易地
挤出秘密
我感到脚下
碾碎了一只蜗牛
我变得巨大
衣服和妈妈
簌簌落下
MOM
My mom
Watches too much TV
She adds a lot of salt when she cooks
We become shriveled
And very salty
My body can
Feel the waterdrops any minute
In my bedroom or under a bright sun
I often look up
To check if it rains
In the apartment that looks like a prop
Her body keeps shrinking
Until I can
Hold her and easily
Squeeze out the secrets
I feel under my feet
A snail is crushed
I become huge
My clothes and mom
Keep shedding off me
***
雨季就要结束
你将下巴搭在
皱巴巴的膝盖
我在你的头上
画了一个方块
立体的方块
它会一直广播
一段录音
你要学会控制
你要放弃对称
我知道地球的秘密
那些失去重力和
暂停转动的时刻
在错乱的时间和
发疯的光线里
如何快步行走
如何保持无知
你想和未来的
某个时间
打声招呼
并且命令它
记起现在的
这个时刻
人们在乌云边缘
撒出巨大的渔网
瘦牛抽打着尾巴
灰色的木屋下
你给了小乞丐
一块钱和一粒子弹
一个夏天接着
一个夏天
雪花流亡异乡
雨季就要结束
椰子何时砸下
2013年10月20日 柬埔寨金边
Monsoon Will End Soon
You rest your chin
On your crumpled knees
I draw a cube
A three-dimensional cube
Above your head
It will keep broadcasting
A recording
You should learn to control
You should give up symmetry
I know the secrets of the earth
Those moments of losing gravity
And pausing to turn
In deranged time and
Manic shafts of light
How to walk fast
How to remain ignorant
You want to greet
A certain time
In the future
And command it
To remember this
Moment now
People spread a huge fishing net
On the edge of gray clouds
Lean buffalos whip their tails
Under a gray wooden cabin
You give a little beggar
One yuan and a bullet
One summer after
Another summer
Snowflakes on exile
When will monsoon come to an end
When will coconuts fall
2013-10-20
Phnom Penh, Cambodia
*Poetry — May 29, 2021