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from the March 2017 issue: From the Edges of Europe: New Bulgarian Literature

An Open Wound

Tanja Bakić seeks the textures of the intangible, the familiar, and the strange within the porous border between subject and object. 

 

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An open wound
Under the hot earth
Calls me out.
I look at the sky
With another’s eyes.
A star like
An eyeball
Stares at me.
I leave behind
What I once used
To be.
And keep my pain.
Velvet I am now.

***

Your luminous body
Casts up
Mine as a shadow.
A tear falls
Onto a bone.
In the water,
Under the water,
Naked I swim.
This night
Velvet muffles
The dream,
Water,
Me.

***

The winter of my pain
Touches with its fingers my body of dreams.
A voice within the voice
Whispers to an ear within the ear.
Water drinks me while I drink the water itself.

***

The secret of her tear
Hides in her wish
To embrace the light.
The light sullies her,
Wrenches the tear
From its roots,
Taints it with the world.

***
 

© Tanja Bakić. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2017 by Jim Phelps. All rights reserved.

March 2017
From the Edges of Europe: New Bulgarian Literature
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