My parents never went to parties, had dinnerguests maybe twice, club soda from 1950,a dusty bottle of cooking sherry.Life with them distills to a few memoriesI still indulge in. They’re my antiquity,my befuddled canon. I find them waltzing as alwaysinto walls like they might tip overthe house, her steely little smileas she waved a butter knife, his upper handdemanding it, their screamsget out! or if you don't stop!I couldn't stop or stand though I prayedthat they continue. Even now I look away and seetheir reflections in a window like spiritsstumbling among the trees. Maybe it's sour grapes.But I can't after so long forgive themmellowing into this malaise, this muzzy acheon waking to them gone.

中文翻译：

---

神秘崇拜

我的父母从没参加过聚会，也许有两次来客，从1950年开始喝苏打水俱乐部，一瓶尘土飞扬的雪利酒。与他们的生活让我记忆犹新。他们是我的上古，我迷惑的佳能。我发现它们像墙一样不断地钻进墙壁，就像它们可能翻倒在房子上一样，她挥舞着一把黄油刀时，她的钢铁般的小笑容，他的上手要求它，他们的尖叫声散发出来！或者如果您不停止！尽管我祈祷他们继续前进，但我无法停止或站立。即使是现在，我仍然移开视线，在窗外看到它们的反射，就像树木在树林中徘徊。也许是酸葡萄。但是我不能在这么长的时间里原谅他们的不适，这使他们昏昏欲睡的迷糊糊的胶水消失了。