精美英文小诗：My Psychic

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　　has a giant hand diagrammed in front of her place
　　on West Tennessee.
# t4 I6 S" {# p　　It towers above a kudzu hill as if
　　to offer a cosmic How!
, v8 ?$ q. ~9 K, L5 _2 K　　as in Hello! from a long
　　way off， as in how
: u( d9 A7 ~3 w　　she already knows
: K7 |. Q7 i" W! X" T　　the sundry screwed up ways a day
( U4 d! G( I1 k9 ?4 X　　can go days before
　　I park my wreck on the hill again beside
　　her white Mercedes.
# \+ x! x0 M6 Y0 p　　O little slice of Lebanon!
7 \- J7 `: f! M　　O cedar scented
5 U* T2 B4 f: O　　cards fanned like feathers
　　of a Byzantine peacock!
　　Tell me again how I might have been a fine lawyer，
　　that I'll raise four kids in Tallahassee，
　　how I married-it's true-on my lunch break-Yez
3 m5 l+ C: K4 N, r+ w　　she took you to lunch okay a zeven year lunch ha ha!
+ j" M! F3 a% @1 X% ~# i$ l　　Incense. Mini-shrine.
　　A wagon train of chihuahuas snoozing by her slippers.
4 s. J. V, m4 B- ~0 O0 c( Q　　You have anxious about a furniture… I do.
5 j: w' ?" k5 q: A) j  C. p　　But lately I've grown cold，
　　unconsoled by her extrasensory view.
　　I think no need to speak-across
8 G3 ~$ U: f7 t- N$ u; D　　the black tabletop， I don't want to know
- K, H: ]) g, W4 q& i+ }　　if I'll find a bright city，
7 h& N: z1 ]% A' S) Q　　a room by the river，a love
　　I will recognize
) x9 A! A# h* O) J1 D1 g　　by her dragonfly
　　tattoo. O narrative of ether!
9 T% }7 ], |9 [& F- U+ [4 T( }! q  y　　O non-refundable
3 N3 Y7 k( T: K. @6 f/ l　　life facts! say that what happens may not matter，
　　or that it matters as any
7 m1 H. Z8 Y+ ?7 ]  i3 T) m5 k　　story does when two fresh lovers
" M6 S" E0 J; o! j% B& k1 W" s7 ]　　embrace the old pact
3 c: |0 W9 T' W　　(her bra on the chair，
　　his socks in the kitchen) that says
　　their love is level，
2 V6 o2 Y% T/ g+ p/ j  p　　unfabled， new. Level with me，
: R$ i+ e) E; |- Z　　tell me why the dogs on the floor，
0 D, C4 d5 [: e! J- B8 x5 y3 w　　little moon fed hounds of Delphi， seem so over it，
　　so done with the fleas of destiny.
　　Maybe that's the right attitude，
　　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.
5 w% f% F: x. g　　I should've learned that music long ago
　　O soundless number!
　　O jukebox of being that the dogs dream to!
0 [' M" P$ L& A) R  Y　　No faux crystal ball，
  G  f/ E, {; s　　no tea leaves or terrace in the nether
　　reaches of my palm
6 ^( D6 l) T" l7 ?; M; y/ m- g　　will make her answers
　　less like hocus pocus in a purchased dark.
+ m* ]# w8 |) l! ]- ^. z9 r　　It's time to pay， to drive away
0 _- t" _0 T+ Y6 d; Q: _4 g' ^　　from telepathic altitudes， to say adieu
' n8 g5 D0 e  M0 `1 v% k' G　　to why love ends. How
　　How a heart opens again.
　　Why anything is true.
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