The cup that I drink from before the court,
if my hand lets it go, will break on the floor,
glass against stone will ring, liquid will spill and flow.
It will become quiet.
The court will stop.
It will turn towards me.
It will look at me.
Margarita Serafimova who published a poetry collection in 2016, writes in Bulgarian and English. Her work is forthcoming in places like Agenda, Trafika Europe, London Grip, New Poetry. Find pieces published in English at: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.