THE LONGEST APRIL
we all welcomed April
the longest April ever
it snowed on 1st
then it rained, it poured
then the sun came up
and spring followed it gladly
we missed all that
caged
misplaced
hungry for fake attention
widowed
stripped down to our bones
wearing only safety masks
and no love to each other
the longest April
came unannounced
it ravaged our small hearts
and brought pain to our empty stomachs
our bones began to crumble -
all we wanted was for April to be a young girl
and to give it to her
slow, painful penetration
April screaming
April wearing lipstick under the mask
moaning
begging for mercy
and true love at the same time
and then the longest April
takes a long bath
and the bubbles fill our glasses
we drink and drink and drink
and maybe we get drunk
not really drunk
but drunk enough to welcome May
BULLFIGHT
some
bull calls me every night
at
3 or 4
he
wakes me up
doesn't
say a thing
and
listens to me breathing
that's
why I keep quiet
that
bull could be no bull at all
could
be a woman
or
a future version of me
or
you
or
some woman's child
that
I have forgotten in the hurry
the
bull knows:
the
phone is a magenta cape
I
know:
all
bulls are colour-blind
Ninko
Kirilov - born in 1983 in Bulgaria.
He
has a major degree in journalism and has some short stories and poems
translated and published in English and Serbian.
He has four books published so far - "Doubles and animals"(2013), "A human amongst people" (2017), "Three plays" (2018) and "Rawer" (2019). He is working on his next poetry books - "Falling forever" (2021), "Other holes too" (2022).
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