Diane Lockward·意大利寬面條

我們之間總是寬面條。
用白沙司，或紅醬調制的寬面條，
醬汁有從花園裏揪來的羅勒，
我們用手掌搓的牛至葉，
一片月桂葉漂浮在李形番茄中。寬面條
加上肉丸，香腸，肉卷的一面。像戀人們
嘗試各種姿勢，我們以每一種方式享用它
我們可以加朝鮮薊，蘑菇，小頸蚌，
蛤貝，烏賊肉寬面條扭成麻花，把我們一一辮在一起。
寬面條了解各種吻，那些出聲的吻，
各種啪啪的吻。它永遠不是我們之間的細面條，
不是卡布裏尼，帽形面，不是蝴蝶形面，
米粉，波浪形寬面，奶油醬汁面，中空面，
或甚至壓制面條。我刺穿寬面條，繞起，
盤卷在叉子上，在銀湯勺上纏了一圈又一圈。
綿長，順滑，總是有嚼勁。在幽暗的意大利餐廳，
我們掰開有硬皮的帕尼羅面包，兩面烤得焦黃--
奢華無憂的生活！--啜飲著阿瑪羅尼，
把我們自己裹在寬面條裏，
輕快地烹煮，輕輕地油炸，放鹽，淋上
慷慨的醬汁。柏絲夢，帕柔迪索，有教養的美女！
寬面條見證了我們的吧嗒吧嗒地吃，拉長，吸進去，
我的拆開和纏繞，下巴閃閃發亮，餐巾卷得像掖在領子裏的圍嘴
寬面條黏到嘴唇上，臀部，和肚子上，面頰上
有阿斯阿戈奶酪的斑點--帕爾瑪幹酪，羅馬乳酪，
刨下的佩科裏諾--寬面條縷繞在我們的脖子上
像兩條精美的絲巾。

It was always linguini between us.
Linguini with white sauce, or
red sauce, sauce with basil snatched from
the garden, oregano rubbed between
our palms, a single bay leaf adrift amidst
plum tomatoes. Linguini with meatballs,
sausage, a side of brascioli. Like lovers
trying positions, we enjoyed it every way
we could-artichokes, mushrooms, little
neck clams, mussels, and calamari-linguini
twining and braiding us each to each.
Linguini knew of the kisses, the smooches,
the molti baci. It was never spaghetti
between us, not cappellini, nor farfalle,
vermicelli, pappardelle, fettucini, perciatelli,
or even tagliarini. Linguini we stabbed, pitched,
and twirled on forks, spun round and round
on silver spoons. Long, smooth, and always
al dente. In dark trattorias, we broke crusty panera,
toasted each other—La dolce vita!—and sipped
Amarone, wrapped ourselves in linguini,
briskly boiled, lightly oiled, salted, and lavished
with sauce. Bellissimo, paradisio, belle gente!
Linguini witnessed our slurping, pulling, and
sucking, our unraveling and raveling, chins
glistening, napkins tucked like bibs in collars,
linguini stuck to lips, hips, and bellies, cheeks
flecked with formaggio—parmesan, romano,
and shaved pecorino—strands of linguini flung
around our necks like two fine silk scarves.

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