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The nurse has made up the bed so crisply（清楚地，易碎地） .
Tucked the corners' rote origami（折纸手工）
so soundly into the aluminum（铝） frame. Your lips glisten, moistened（弄湿） with a square
of sponge（海绵） . I hold your hand—weightless
thing of parchment（羊皮纸） and twig— no more your daughter than a seed
cast from hoof-split rattlegrass, no more than
an asterisk（星号） sprung from thistle（蓟） , caught, wished upon, let go. I inhale the antiseptic（防腐的，抗菌的） scent of bay,
of balsam（香脂，凤仙花） . Rooted here, in this cheap plastic chair,
as if I'll miss something, as if my missing it would matter.
Just as—branch-snap to feeding deer, wing-shadow
to the scuttling（船底穿孔） mouse—it has always mattered. The window frames a square of light
white and blameless as milk. I turn from you
and drink, and drink, and drink. | 
