名人诗歌|Scenes From the Battle of Us

You are like a war novel， entirely^{1 lacking}

female characters， except for an occasional

letter that makes one of the men cry.

I am like a table

that eats its own legs off

because it's fallen

in love with the floor.

My frantic^{2 hand can't find where my leg}

went. You can play the tourniquet^{3. A tree}

with white limbs will grow here someday.

Or maybe a pup tent

that's collapsed^{4 in on itself，}

it so loves the sleep

of men sleeping beneath it.

The reason why women dislike war movies

may have something to do with why men hate

romantic comedies： they are both about war.

Perhaps I should

live in a pig's trough.

There， I'd be wanted.

There， I'd be tasted.

When the mail bag drops from the sky

and lands heavy on the jungle floor， its letters

are prepared to swim away with your tears.

One letter reads：

I can barely feel

furtive^{5. The other：}

I am diminishing.