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