I feel middle class when I'm in love.

当我恋爱的时候会产生“中产阶级”的感觉。

I think it's all the poached eggs on bird-seed bread,

我想那是吃着杂粮吐司夹水煮嫩蛋

staying up all night on Zoopla—imagine

整夜泡在链家网站上——想像

waking under cottage beams,

在美式木屋的房梁下行走，

the laughter in a garden. Kids.

在花园里欢笑。生好几个孩子。

A little boy with gold hair

一个金发的小男孩

keeps standing in my dreams.

一直站在我的梦里。

I read somewhere that it takes three hundred years,

我在哪里读到，需要三百年的时间，

about thirteen generations, to change your social class.

十三代人的努力，才能改变你的阶级地位。

I think about this whilst having a fag-I'm-quitting,

当我疲于奔命的时候我想起这种说法——我想要躺平，

head against the doorbell—it's broken

头靠在门铃上——门铃已经坏了

but sometimes, after My Love has left for work,

但有时，在我的爱人已经离开家去上班，

after his hand- held shower, and a pee

在他用手持花洒洗完澡，在

in the gaffer-taped loo, I hear it

胶带粘起的马桶里尿完尿，我听见

ringing and ringing.

门铃在响，不停地响。