POLLUTING

the reminiscent of a made bed reminds me of your last departure,

a morning seemingly so far but only have occurred as of today, earlier when

the sun was bleeding through the lighter portion of my curtains, and your 

body unthoughtful offered me your back, a wall too still as to distill my 

sound of hello morning to a silent sigh, some frequency a stranger to you yet so dear

to me, you are dear and i hold you as if if i knocked you over, a tremble held

by the fingertips become an earthquake and chemicals would spill, that perhaps the very

reaction that caused the very spark between us would, unbalance and lose its chemistry. 

一個整潔的床 的殘餘 讓我想起你最後的離開

一個遙遠的早晨 其實才在今天不久之前 當 太陽從我窗簾淺地部份

流著血 透了過來 和你不體貼的身體 送了我一面

背  一面過靜的牆 壓抑著我說早安的聲音 成了一口輕嘆 

一個對你陌生的頻率 但對我如此親近 你很親密 深怕一不小心就打翻了你

指尖的顫抖一瞬間成了地震 藥水也撒了 就怕那只成就了我們之間火焰的那些藥物 會

一不小心 失了平衡 並滅了那化學作用