Hilda Tam

tossing the old one pataca

between sense and nonsense

pots and pans in the brain –

that’s the speech of the self

because words won’t mean

I pick up a coin from the desk

two delicate pictures

one I call yes

and the other side no

so double the meanings

tire the mind

the lion nods –

that’s the signal

air flows

while the coin spins in it

it’s fate

falls into the palm

why are there

just two answers?

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譚曉汶

擲一元舊錢幣

理性與胡鬧之間

腦袋嗡嗡作響

是在自言自語

正因文字不能表達

我撿起了桌上的一枚錢幣

凝視它精緻的兩面

我把它其中一面命名為「是」

另一面為「否」

錢幣因此也就多了兩層意義

腦袋累了

獅子點了點頭

這是信號

空氣在流動

錢幣在反覆旋轉

落在掌心裡的

是命運

為何

只有兩個答案？

Hilda Tam

dark in the teapot

the future swells

brew of dark thoughts

a bead of sweat

when the trigger is pulled

red thread

lips knitted

between the lips

blood sealed

after the meat is pressed into casings

after the mixture is seasoned

red thread

lips knitted

bead of sweat

when the beast is brought to the knife

wet leaves

lying dark in the sea

I’m covered

I’m the body

poisonous brew

when the trigger is pulled

a bead of sweat

lips knitted

blood sealed

I am the beast

brought to the knife

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譚曉汶

茶壺裡的黑暗

未來在洶湧

沖泡黑暗的思潮

當扳機被拉下

流下了一滴汗

紅線

縫合了唇瓣

唇瓣間

血液封鎖了一切

在把鮮肉塞進腸衣後

在絞肉調味後

紅線

縫合了唇瓣

當這畜生給帶到刀刃前

流下了一滴汗

濕漉漉的葉子

躺臥在漆黑的深海裡

我被埋沒

我就是這肉體

茶有毒

當板機被拉下時

流下了一滴汗

縫合了唇瓣

血液封閉了一切

我就是那頭畜生

被 帶到刀刃去