Petar Tchouhov
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I want
you to do a little striptease
for me
no, I don’t mean
you tie up your hair
first, slowly take off
that thin
watch-hand that gallops in
circles with the seconds
then – even slower
take off the next one that is dragging
the infinite string of the minutes
and finally the one
upon which weigh heavily
the inevitable hours
here now
I’ll be looking
at your naked dial-face
thinking it’s so nice
it’s raining.
Translated from Bulgarian by Zoya Marincheva
Petar Tchouhov’s poem won a first place in Poetry in Public Republic’s literary competition “Modern times”
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