精美英文小诗：My Psychic

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　　has a giant hand diagrammed in front of her place
- @  p: W8 p: k+ M4 M8 q. `* q0 E　　on West Tennessee.
　　It towers above a kudzu hill as if
7 T! ^! M2 F# A" g+ B" F# X; a( d# _　　to offer a cosmic How!
　　as in Hello! from a long
8 P+ z0 P% c* e6 A2 ~　　way off， as in how
　　she already knows
　　the sundry screwed up ways a day
* C% y) H9 B; R$ U& h/ n　　can go days before
  o' ]& t" }5 g& g" {　　I park my wreck on the hill again beside
　　her white Mercedes.
　　O little slice of Lebanon!
　　O cedar scented
1 W2 Q7 b, u/ j+ \+ }6 h  Q　　cards fanned like feathers
　　of a Byzantine peacock!
9 n. k6 G, _: h, e; V( Q: r　　Tell me again how I might have been a fine lawyer，
　　that I'll raise four kids in Tallahassee，
5 r( Z( i# p, d, ~1 K　　how I married-it's true-on my lunch break-Yez
6 }. P" l0 z0 m+ ~$ W　　she took you to lunch okay a zeven year lunch ha ha!
5 L. S0 \* s  `2 }　　Incense. Mini-shrine.
　　A wagon train of chihuahuas snoozing by her slippers.
4 \5 T$ J8 y  A# D6 [( G　　You have anxious about a furniture… I do.
　　But lately I've grown cold，
　　unconsoled by her extrasensory view.
　　I think no need to speak-across
　　the black tabletop， I don't want to know
　　if I'll find a bright city，
　　a room by the river，a love
　　I will recognize
2 e+ R3 }5 [5 P% N* r. e　　by her dragonfly
) ~! u! B% n% F; m2 y　　tattoo. O narrative of ether!
　　O non-refundable
　　life facts! say that what happens may not matter，
5 k  C1 v2 d! A3 i5 |　　or that it matters as any
2 K' Y. s9 C  }  h　　story does when two fresh lovers
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% F& l" h+ X& ?$ f8 x3 S# Q+ U; v　　(her bra on the chair，
　　his socks in the kitchen) that says
　　their love is level，
9 M: {8 g$ J8 p, W! n+ |　　unfabled， new. Level with me，
　　tell me why the dogs on the floor，
　　little moon fed hounds of Delphi， seem so over it，
5 A" d4 q+ x! m　　so done with the fleas of destiny.
8 a  w/ u7 q8 f% ]- I　　Maybe that's the right attitude，
' t; \3 `! ~+ }3 y, v　　no need to ask why I'm here on a perfectly blue Friday，
　　content with what the thin air，
　　what the dust motes in the light say near the high window.
  i. v. A) b7 e' s　　I should've learned that music long ago
　　O soundless number!
　　O jukebox of being that the dogs dream to!
　　No faux crystal ball，
0 ~3 j, _1 Y; H1 }; c　　no tea leaves or terrace in the nether
$ m$ L' w# m! f, ~/ H4 q! J　　reaches of my palm
　　will make her answers
. h3 b* B$ V5 M% u& v& }5 \　　less like hocus pocus in a purchased dark.
/ [( R) b9 r% O! y　　It's time to pay， to drive away
2 n' t# S0 G% k　　from telepathic altitudes， to say adieu
! I9 D: t/ H4 n) C" s8 g! v- i* C　　to why love ends. How
　　How a heart opens again.
　　Why anything is true.

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