清晨，灰塵飄落在濃黑的睫毛上
整個世界輕輕壓著你
「好冷……」你顫抖了整晚
一隻漉濕的幼鹿，鎖在黑箱
舔舐受傷的蹄

多少個日子，你醒來坐在候機室：
「搭乘柏林航空公司8285號班機的旅客，
請往F5號門移動……」
另一次入境，出境；出境，入境
徘徊於異國街頭
暗自等待有誰忽然在背後大聲呼喚你的名
停頓，回頭，狂喜向她奔去……
機艙門砰的一聲暴力關了起來
再次坐在受潮的火柴盒
擦不亮一點光

「好冷……」
別怕，今早，我在這裡
握著你的手像握著你受傷的蹄
世界總也是冷的
像把腐刀，刨削你羸弱的身體
但你的呼吸是暖暖且強壯的
ㄧ炬火燃亮我夢的草原
無所畏懼的驅走了死亡的野狼

而薔薇花正開……
我栽植在你睫毛上
她們擁擠說著的
都是你小小，小小
曾被遺忘的名

【Your little , ittle name】


In the morning, the dust falls upon your eyelashes
The whole world press you gently.
「So cold……」you tremble all the night
A wet little deer, locked in a black case,
Licks his wounded hoof

How many days, you wake up and wait in the airport lounge
「Passengers of Air Berlin 8285,
please move to F5 gate……」
Another arrival, departure; departure, arrival
You wander on the exotic streets
Secretly waiting for someone behind you suddenly calls out your name
Stop, turn round the face, run toward her……
“Pam! ” The cabin door is closed violently
You sit in the humidified match box again
Fail to rub up a light

「So cold……」
Don’t be afraid , this morning, I am here
Holding your hand as holding your wounded hoof
The world is always cold
Like a decayed knife, sharpens your weak body

But your breath is warm and strong
Like a fire that flames my dreamy grasslands
Unfearing to drive away the wild wolves named “Death”

And the roses are blooming…….
I plant them on your eyelashes
They are crowdedly speaking
Your little , little
Forgotten name