亲密

多么可怕，多么可怕
那部柯南伯格的电影，高布伦和一只苍蝇被困在

他的物质变形器里：男人的一部分逐渐
变得粘稠，长出许多眼睛；苍蝇的一部分

担心它的经纪人把它给害了——
我几乎要畏缩，看到那个肉体

把苍蝇留在了一角——
我指的是那只苍蝇，

同时我想起
那个中世纪的噩梦，复活，

每个灵魂都必须匆匆忙忙
重新加入其肉体的柔软内部，

强行挤进去，不加区别地结合
因为天堂不会接受只有半边的东西：

一个灵魂永远地
叠化进另一个身体。

如果我们活着时不能了解我们之间的界限
那么在死后又会怎样，

被蛆虫、雨水或迷信不断腐蚀，
依赖记忆支持的柔情

继续生存？人们应该在剩下的飞行时间里
把手放在自己的身上：谁需要

陌生人的腰围、关节问题，
或不安全感？

亲爱的，我祈祷
你身上被我所爱的东西

永远和我保持距离。

作者 / [美国]佩斯利·雷克达尔
翻译 / 光诸

Intimacy 

How horrible it is, how horrible
that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped

with a fly inside his Material
Transformer: bits of the man emerging

gooey, many-eyed; bits of the fly
worrying that his agent’s screwed him—

I almost flinch to see the body later
that’s left its fly in the corner, I mean

the fly that’s left its body, recalling too
that medieval nightmare, Resurrection,

in which each soul must scurry
to rejoin the plush interiors of its flesh,

pushing through, marrying indiscriminately
because Heaven won’t take what’s only half:

one soul blurring forever
into another body.

If we can’t know the boundaries between ourselves
in life, what will they be in death,

corrupted steadily by maggot,
rain, or superstition, by affection

that depends on memory to survive?
People should keep their hands to themselves

for the remainder of the flight: who needs
some stranger’s waistline, joint problems,

or insecurities? Darling,
what I love in you I pray will always stay

the hell away from me.

BY PAISLEY REKDAL