It's wonderful how I jog

奇妙的是我如何慢跑

on four honed-down ivory toes

踩着四颗磨光的象牙脚趾

my massive buttocks slipping

我的巨臀滑来滑去

like oiled parts with each light step.

每一轻步都像上了油的零件。

I'm to market. I can smell

我要去市场。我闻得见

the sour, grooved block, I can smell

酸涩，有槽的砧板，我闻得见

the blade that opens the hole

那开口子的刀刃

and the pudgy white fingers

和胖嘟嘟的白手指

that shake out the intestines

把肠子甩出来

like a hankie. In my dreams

像一块手绢。我的梦里

the snouts drool on the marble,

口鼻在大理石上流涎，

suffering children, suffering flies,

受苦的孩童，受苦的苍蝇，

suffering the consumers

受苦的消费者

who won't meet their steady eyes

他们不会对视它们不动的眼睛

for fear they could see. The boy

生怕它们看得见。那个

who drives me along believes

一路赶我过来的小伙相信

that any moment I'll fall

每时每刻我都会侧身

on my side and drum my toes

倒下然后狂敲我的脚趾

like a typewriter or squeal

像一台打字机或是尖叫着

and shit like a new housewife

吓出屎来像一个新家庭主妇

discovering television,

刚发现了电视一样，

or that I'll turn like a beast

或者我会像一头野兽转过身

cleverly to hook his teeth

巧妙地钩住他的牙齿

with my teeth. No. Not this pig.

用我的牙齿。不。这头猪不会。