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ARON BERGLUND

ARON BERGLUND

January 2, 2024
Ett urval av dikter

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Mattress

translation: Sarthak Karki

I return to the happy street with a smile and
breath of wine to replace someone
Blue and lost, I try to make conversation in this
language…how?
The next morning, I am accursed by someone’s
mattress and
My phone rings, but I cannot make conversa-
tion.
Smile, smile, but her perfume is not love.

A note in the bathroom and my body leaves.
Lost, but old hope insists on living.
Smiles and wine in the evening.
I wash off the kisses.

The Top / Star

translation: Mahesh Paudyal

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Imagine
seeing the top
row on the shelf and
being able to pick apples from
those branches that you never reach,
to never have your view blocked at the cinema
or a concert and to have the genes to play
basketball.
But,
back
pain.