***
Tonight, too
I stuttered uncontrollably.
Identical, disjoined syllables
kept spilling out of my mouth:
“I want to live my own life.”
These were the exact words I wanted to say.
Then, behind the trash can
I secretly ate food I’d cast deeply into the trash can,
and covered up, and covered up…
Author: Marin Bodakov
Translator: Katerina Stoykova
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Wow! Thanks for these translations, Katerina!
I totally agree. The translations are wonderful. This is a very powerful poem!
This is visceral. Painful to read in the best possible way. Thank you. It’s stunning, truly.