Carnival

by
Ana Merino
translated by Toshiya Kamei


When I don't want to go back
I stop.
I thought of how to be
and I'm not capable of being me
without disguising myself.
But nobody remembers me
and in my sadness
words are forgotten;
and I'm not
nor does my voice belong to me.
My friends stop to look for me
lost encounters
on the way back.
And it's carnival, Friday afternoon
and nobody waits for me
nor do the mirrors distinguish
what eyes never recognize.

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