Anna Follinus: Myself (Magam)

Someone else shares the bed.
This year it’s me: myself.
The faceless can undress
only to leave a mask.

Message from Á. at night.
A sharp and waking tone.
The rhythm of the heart-
bell had been broken off.

Usually talkative,
now behaves like a fish…
Waiting for some feelings
to reach you but then slips

away from you withdrawn
for cannot be united with
the one who had met and
took on eternity.

Translated by: Maria Bencsath