The end of February, 二月底，

a garbage truck 垃圾车

is backing up outside my window. 是备份我的窗外。

   

Four years ago 四年前

my father died, 我的父亲去世了，

that's more than a thousand days. 那是一千多天。

   

Emily is across from me, Emily是我的对面，

her head cocked like a curious dog. 她扬起头，像一个好奇的狗。

She's muttering lines from an upcoming show, 她从即将到来的演出嘀咕线，

broken into jazz standards. 断成爵士乐的标准。

Something about "Baby leaving" 一些关于“婴儿离开”

and "Never coming back." 和“再也不会回来。 ”

   

Where are you 你在哪里

in the winter 在冬季

when I need some camaraderie? 当我需要一些情谊？

   

I'm disappointed 我很失望

about my job. 我的工作。

It's definitely not what I envisioned. 这绝对不是我所设想的。

   

Emily is staring out the window, 艾米丽盯着窗外，

the three armed lamp is out one bulb. 三军灯出一个灯泡。

I hear you are travelling around towns I can't pronounce. 我听说你是周游城市，我不能发音。

You know, I used to live in them! 你知道吗，我曾经生活在其中！

Now I must get some rest. 现在，我必须休息一下。

   

All the good symptoms of art will always bring some restlessness. 艺术中一切美好的症状总是会带来一些躁动。

In the februaries of my late twenties and, I suppose, my thirties. 在我三十岁的februaries和，我想，我三十多岁。