Boudoir

Boudoir

Now, she gets so well along with herself,

Any man is redundant, a lonely one in particular.

I am trying to understand through clouds and sunlight,

And see no self-contradiction

As to which comes as the reason, which is the effect.

It’s all about threshold, a hinge.

When a door is bolted inside, waist-high,

The key thrown to the beach of the outside world of the myriad,

No one may lie in the bedchamber.

I cannot help picturing something there

Already taken place or yet to happen.

She says she is lying on the bed all the while,

And she hums a hallelujah, but not as a proof,

For she is buoyant in the starry sky.

            Dec. 26, 2018

    闺阁

现在，她和自己相处得那么好，

任何人都多余，孤独的尤其如此。

我努力通过云朵和阳光来理解，

但哪个是因哪个是果，

还真看不出有什么自相矛盾。

一切都相关于门槛，一个铰链。

一扇门从里面齐腰栓住，

钥匙扔到了大千世界的海滩上，

就不会有人能躺在那间卧房。

可我禁不住想象

那儿已经或者将要发生的事。

她说她一直躺在床上，还哼唱了一首

《哈利路亚》，但不是为了证明什么，

因为她哼着哼着就飘浮在星空中。

　　　　2018年12月26日