父亲走后一个星期

when my father had been dead a week

我醒来

I woke

他的声音在耳边响起

with his voice in my ear

我屏住呼吸

                                           I sat up in bed

独坐床沿

and held my breath

凝视着那扇紧闭的暗淡之门

and stared at the pale closed door

白苹果，石头味

white apples and the taste of stone

假若他再唤我一声

if he called again

就立刻穿好防风外套和橡胶雨鞋

I would put on my coat and galoshes