THE LAKE IS A MIND WITH A SHOPPING CART IN IT Ben Purkert See that?A heart on the flap of your Cheerios box?A bee with white teeth?Don’t faint,or you’ll cause a sharp rise in blackouts around here. At the register,simply hold a ham upside down if you want it to scan.Comb the parking lot,blinking keys,all the flashes the keys were programmed for.For an escape, pull over.There really is a lake though you hear it’s frozen&you’ll do donuts on it,while your car strains to avoid the very obvious desire to strain.Finally home you undress your body&conceal it with shades.You can nuke yourself garlic knots.An old white ash anchors your front lawn,soaks up a brake light through its leaves. 那座装着一辆购物车的湖是一种意识 看见了吗? 一颗拍打着麦圈盒子的心? 一只长着白色牙齿的蜜蜂? 沉住气,否则你会使这周围黑色的朦胧更为浓烈。 登记簿上摊着一片翻面的火腿 如果你想让它也浏览一下。 混乱的停车场,亮闪闪的钥匙 所有钥匙预定的闪光灯。 为了逃避, 停靠在一边。那里真的有一个湖 虽然听说它结冰仍然在上面做甜甜圈, 然而你的车竭力压抑如此明显的欲望。 最终依靠一丝不挂的身体 隐藏在阴影里。 还可以用核武器攻击大蒜打成的结。 一粒白色的灰尘 固定住你面前的草坪, 穿过草叶吸收一个刹车灯的光。 ——选自《纽约客》2012年11月12日刊 |