Leaving again. If I didn't care, I wouldn't be
grieving. The particulars of place lodged in me,
like this room I lived in for eleven days,
how I learned the way the sun laid its palm
over the side window in the morning, heavy
light, how I'll never be held in that hand again.
（Minnie Bruce Pratt）
临时工作
再次离职。如果说我满不在乎，我就不会这么
悲伤。那个地方的细节存留于心，
比如，我住了十一天的那个房间，
我如何感知早晨的太阳是怎样把它的手掌
抚在侧窗上，多强烈的阳光啊，
我再也不会被那只手握住了。
（Minnie Bruce Pratt，xmj 译）
by Vladimir Rogov，《两片香肠》，2019.
