Kristin Dimitrova Poems

At his hotel destination he clutched
a glowing glass of cognac among unfamiliar hills
for the time being. The receptionist girl
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Santa Claus
you have given me a broken toy!
That's OK, son - what matters
is that you have been a good boy.
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During the concert, between
Iron Men and Bark at the Moon
the music kicked out at faces
of screaming kids,
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I asked the sky
‘Why am I here?'
It swallowed my words
and waited for more.
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Noah told it differently.

To the Jewish delegation he said
after the raven he had sent out a dove -
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Celestial greetings!
Accept our
celestial greetings!
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I crossed the street
to enter a secret shop
where hundreds of hands grind time.
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Old people say that whenever
someone lights a cigarette from a candle
a sailor dies.
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Like a chess-player who plays with
both the white and the black pieces,
I have been attacking myself
for a long while.
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My daughter asked me whether
I had brought her bubble gum.

I told her I had not
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