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Certain goodbyes resemble
a stain on the tablecloth.
You drag the plate to cover it
before the other notices.
That’s all you think about.
Author: Marin Bodakov
Translator: Katerina Stoykova
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Oh yeah
Love.
Beautiful!
Thank you for this!
yes, I’m bothered by those stains, too. That last line makes the poem extra poignant
perfect expression of something so hard to say
Very nice.
Thanks for bringing this to our language in a most
artful way
Stunning!
yes this.
acute observation of human nature
So true in every way, I couldn’t have said it better myself
I’ve melted into a puddle!