POLLUTING

沒有人叫你唸詩，叫你唸詩給我聽。但你唸了，一首關於水的詩，一個害羞的女人，一個充滿水的島嶼。

你在唸前笑了，說你要進入讀詩的聲音，你還咳了幾聲，接著就開始了。

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我需要水的靈感，我對你說，我要想像淹死的美感，一系列關於淹死的詩，總共有七段，現在還剩兩段。

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你的聲音水一般的滴了出來，像沒關緊的水龍頭，一滴滴的露了出來，漸漸的流入水槽裡。

水管身後的我在聽呢，是一塊僵硬的海綿，望穿了秋水卻不曾被浸透。

你一句句的滲進我，每一字是一滴水，四面八方從個個毛細孔跳入。

海綿吸滿了水，隨著溪流飄向遠方。

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這首詩真好，我對你說，我很喜歡。

你同意。

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電話完後，我寫了最後兩段。

你唸的那首詩很好，一個害羞的女人，一個充滿水的島嶼，

那是我唯一記得的片段。

我比較記得的是念詩的人。

他的聲音讓我想起，

若在河流裡淹死，也會是一種很美的方式。

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No one told you to read, to read a poem to me. But you read, a poem about water, a timid woman, an island of water. 

You laughed before you read, said you need to be in your reading voice, you even coughed a few, and then you began. 

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I need inspirations of water, I said, I need to imagine the aesthetics of drowning, a serial poem about drowning. There should be seven sections, two are left. 

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Your voice dripped out like water, like a loose faucet, spilling drop by drop, gradually flowing into the sink.

I listened intently behind the pipes, a stiff kind of sponge, waiting through the autumn waters to be soaked.

You permeated me with every sentence, every word a droplet, jumping into my pores from all sides.

The sponge saturated with water, washed away with the stream. far away.

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This poem is nice, I said, I like it a lot.

You agreed.

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After the phone call, I wrote the last two sections.

The poem you read was nice, a timid woman, an island of water

That's all I remember.

I remember more of the one who read.

His voice makes me think, 

if one were to drown in a river, it would be a beautiful kind of death.