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.
　　It towers above a kudzu hill as if
% g: x. R; l1 ?0 e1 ~( W$ B% z$ M　　to offer a cosmic How!
, h$ I% J$ A2 }: o7 _　　as in Hello! from a long
4 b3 k4 z- S6 x- W) K+ H/ C　　way off， as in how
　　she already knows
# z( S/ l# M: F" j　　the sundry screwed up ways a day
6 A, S6 L9 [+ M: f+ i: ^% O; g7 z　　can go days before
　　I park my wreck on the hill again beside
　　her white Mercedes.
7 ~* O- T0 q- T0 l# ~) u) L6 P+ m$ D　　O little slice of Lebanon!
　　O cedar scented
　　cards fanned like feathers
& l) T4 y  m5 N) Z　　of a Byzantine peacock!
　　Tell me again how I might have been a fine lawyer，
' r" I5 `* ^+ w( r! F/ q　　that I'll raise four kids in Tallahassee，
' a$ s' ]  |$ B8 ?2 S% m7 Z2 G' g　　how I married-it's true-on my lunch break-Yez
; k! h$ h* ?/ q& g　　she took you to lunch okay a zeven year lunch ha ha!
　　Incense. Mini-shrine.
. F5 f2 m+ V( \$ q　　A wagon train of chihuahuas snoozing by her slippers.
4 m1 s1 E4 U+ D- \- m$ z- a+ A2 N/ n) r　　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
/ @2 O8 m, L9 P0 h) U( E3 I　　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
, F) _- I3 Q+ ~+ K　　by her dragonfly
2 O* j5 L+ H( Q: F- }6 S' G! h+ v; G　　tattoo. O narrative of ether!
" ]! ~& q/ j' E2 _) G' J4 b　　O non-refundable
　　life facts! say that what happens may not matter，
　　or that it matters as any
　　story does when two fresh lovers
  j5 F, D- C* K$ z　　embrace the old pact
* a1 g! w2 r* k$ W6 Z4 |2 i　　(her bra on the chair，
　　his socks in the kitchen) that says
　　their love is level，
　　unfabled， new. Level with me，
　　tell me why the dogs on the floor，
　　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，
" n2 g$ w2 e' z: u, F　　content with what the thin air，
% _- H2 P/ t( w　　what the dust motes in the light say near the high window.
　　I should've learned that music long ago
　　O soundless number!
- \+ K+ t6 I6 v' ~  @7 l　　O jukebox of being that the dogs dream to!
- |/ m6 L! f/ r! L　　No faux crystal ball，
! `/ }, J& f+ Y4 v; F; T6 {0 p, Q+ z　　no tea leaves or terrace in the nether
　　reaches of my palm
　　will make her answers
* M6 C6 }6 W" ]& ~! P! @1 s　　less like hocus pocus in a purchased dark.
  m6 Z3 U' {3 j( I　　It's time to pay， to drive away
　　from telepathic altitudes， to say adieu
　　to why love ends. How
　　How a heart opens again.
5 h; w; J* _# z& ]　　Why anything is true.

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