几分钟她就从烤炉里给我
端出了一块饼。微微的蒸汽
从饼的裂缝向上升起。糖和香料——
肉桂——烤进了馅饼皮。
但她戴着一副墨镜
在上午十点的
厨房里——一切正常——
当她望着我切开
一块，放进嘴里，
食不知味。我女儿的厨房，
在冬天。我叉起一块饼，
告诉自己别管这事儿。
她说她爱他。再没有
比这更糟糕的了。
out of the oven. A little steam rises
from the slits on top. Sugar and spice -
cinnamon - burned into the crust.
But she's wearing these dark glasses
in the kitchen at ten o'clock
in the morning - everything nice -
as she watches me break off
a piece, bring it to my mouth,
and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen,
in winter. I fork the pie in
and tell myself to stay out of it.
She says she loves him. No way
Could it be worse.
端出了一块饼。微微的蒸汽
从饼的裂缝向上升起。糖和香料——
肉桂——烤进了馅饼皮。
但她戴着一副墨镜
在上午十点的
厨房里——一切正常——
当她望着我切开
一块，放进嘴里，
食不知味。我女儿的厨房，
在冬天。我叉起一块饼，
告诉自己别管这事儿。
她说她爱他。再没有
比这更糟糕的了。
out of the oven. A little steam rises
from the slits on top. Sugar and spice -
cinnamon - burned into the crust.
But she's wearing these dark glasses
in the kitchen at ten o'clock
in the morning - everything nice -
as she watches me break off
a piece, bring it to my mouth,
and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen,
in winter. I fork the pie in
and tell myself to stay out of it.
She says she loves him. No way
Could it be worse.