两个人的感恩节-玛乔丽·塞瑟尔-刀锋薰衣草、哪吒朗读-171

两个人的感恩节 玛乔丽·塞瑟尔 那些被我们称为“孩子”的成年人不会回家 他们正在和自己的孩子一起过感恩节。 我们只能做两个人的大餐。 把我们的半个火腿切片，装满我们的盘子， 马铃薯和青豆 也上了窗边的餐桌。 我们自己就是一顿大餐，有足够的年头 无数的争吵可供享用。我觉得对它们的把控 就像白色桌布溢出桌边。我们希望 能够成为对方的好伴侣。 在第一次野餐的时候 我们对未来所知寥寥。你的头发还很浓密。 我有一头任性的长发；我们爬上轻狂的高崖 去俯看浮世的平川。我们 尽可能地爬高，了望 河流和棋盘似的田野。 但我们没有看到今天， 随心所欲地穿着睡衣， 布满皱纹的手还很有劲儿，葡萄酒 倒在果汁杯子里， 为将要到来的所有事情干杯， 再来几个十年，我们还会依偎在一起 共庆我们巨大的好运。 Thanksgiving for Two BY MARJORIE SAISER The adults we call our children will not be arriving with their children in tow for Thanksgiving. We must make our feast ourselves, slice our half-ham, indulge, fill our plates, potatoes and green beans carried to our table near the window. We are the feast, plenty of years, arguments. I’m thinking the whole bundle of it rolls out like a white tablecloth. We wanted to be good company for one another. Little did we know that first picnic how this would go. Your hair was thick, mine long and easy; we climbed a bluff to look over a storybook plain. We chose our spot as high as we could, to see the river and the checkerboard fields. What we didn’t see was this day, in our pajamas if we want to, wrinkled hands strong, wine in juice glasses, toasting whatever’s next, the decades of side-by-side, our great good luck.