给出远门的丈夫的信--吉利安.魏格纳

没有你的屋子也不空虚。
它呜呜叫砰砰响，墙壁都放松，唉声叹气。
热水器尽职地运行，因压力轰隆响，
等着你开始洗澡。
今天，多少次我听见
私人车道上你的卡车响，地板因您的
踩踏嘎吱嘎吱响，感觉你贴在我后脖颈上
的呼吸声。至少经常那样，
我转身告诉你些事情，
或者递给你一片奶酪或梅子，
但你回来还要两天多。
这个房间里只有我，这颗梅子，
连同福气，还有这遥远的爱。
The house is not empty without you.
It thrums and bumps, the walls relax and sigh.
The water heater dutifully comes on, rumbles
with heat, waiting for your shower to start.
How many times today have I heard
your truck in the driveway, the floor creak
with your step, felt your breath against
the back of my neck. At least that often,
I’ve turned to tell you something,
or hand you a piece of cheese or plum,
but it’s two more days until you return.
It’s just me in this room, with this plum,
with this good fortune, with this far-flung love.
“Letter to My Husband Far Away” by Gillian Wegener from This Sweet Haphazard. © Sixteen Rivers Press, 2017