When I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings

当我和朋友们说话，我假装站在

飞行中的机翼上。他们不会相信我，

of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.

当我告诉他们我感觉怎样。

Or if I am falling to earth weighing less

我从机翼上跌下，轻过。

than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up

有些时候我梦想他们已经和对象分手，

带着吃的到家看我。

with their lovers and are carrying food to my house.

When I open the mailbox I hear their voices

当我打开邮箱，

我听到他们的声音。

like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle

就像火车开走后，

汽笛声越过高草和蕨类

passing through the tall grasses and ferns

划出长长的上抛曲线。

after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.

我从未超越他们的阴影。

I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away

我在开动的汽车前面拥抱他们。我让他们

远离我的悲惨感觉，

from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.

因为说出我的悲惨，就等于说

我和他们一样。