Beginning of Summer
I announced the death with repugnant details
to completely random people –
so I could quickly get rid of them,
to chase away their dreadful manners.
My loved ones suspect nothing:
every caring touch mimics a random gesture,
deliberately illustrates someone else’s deed.
(Just my breastbone disappeared.)
Author: Marin Bodakov
Translator: Katerina Stoykova
This is beautiful.