The editor of the legendary Emzin magazine sent us to Moscow. Because of Maruša’s illness, we wrote the story at home. That was our final joint project.
Not Today
Poem: Maruša Krese
Photo: Meta Krese
Translation: Tina Mahkota
I enclosed myself and looked for words.
For real words, words for people who are mine.
For my sister, for my children.
And for theirs.
I’m looking for words. On my own.
I’m looking for words that say everything.
Those little ones, the only ones.
Simple and short ones.
I don’t know what is happening.
It can’t be that I’m departing already?
I can’t find the words.
My words, those real ones.
I cannot depart without them.