重讀《小熊維尼》
 
我們繞著池塘行走，我掉進了
空間－心靈－時間之連續性的
窟窿，彷彿在袋鼠的袋囊中，
唯有袋鼠妹娃還不曾安靜。
 
他者的數最與質量
可以相比的只是謊言的度數。
我同樣在撒謊，不曾做好死的準備，
我只是在存在的褲兜裹顫抖。
 
While Rereading Winnie the Pooh
 
As we walked round the pond, I fell into the hole
of a space-heart-time
continuum, where, as if inside a kangaroo’s pouch,
I grew silent—not quite like another Roo.
 
The quantity and quality of what isn’t yours
is only comparable to the degree of lying.
I, too, have lied, and now, unprepared for death,
I’m trembling in a pocket of existence.