我想要一件红礼裙。

I want a red dress.

我要它又薄又便宜，

I want it flimsy and cheap,

我要它特紧身，我要穿着它，

I want it too tight, I want to wear it

直到有人把它从我身上撕下。

until someone tears it off me.

这条裙子，我要它无袖，

I want it sleeveless and backless,

要它露背，别人不用猜

this dress, so no one has to guess

裙下有什么。我要走上街，

what’s underneath. I want to walk down

走过便利店。走过五金店，

the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store

所有的钥匙在橱窗里闪亮。

with all those keys glittering in the window,

走过王氏夫妇餐厅，他们出售

past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old

放了一天的甜甜圈。走过格拉兄弟公司，

donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers

他们把猪从卡车扔到手推车，

slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,

搬起光滑的猪嘴，搭在肩上。

hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.

我要走得像世上唯一的

I want to walk like I’m the only

女人，一切都供我挑选。

woman on earth and I can have my pick.

我想死了那条红裙子。

I want that red dress bad.

我想用它确认

I want it to confirm

你对我怀有最深的恐惧，

your worst fears about me,

向你表明，我一点也不在乎你，

to show you how little I care about you

除了我想要的，什么也不在乎。

or anything except what

等我找到那条裙子，就把它

I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment

从衣架上取下，仿佛挑选一个身体，

from its hanger like I’m choosing a body

把我载入这个世界，

to carry me into this world, through

穿过出生和做爱时的叫喊。

the birth-cries and the love-cries too,

我会像骨头、像皮肤一样穿着它，

and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,

这将是他们埋我入土时

it’ll be the goddamned

我穿的那件该死的衣。

dress they bury me in.