. For Alex Miller
I slept nestled against a wall of doors
endless as an infinite wall
I woke up
in my mouth was a key
I unlocked the nearest door
there in a windowless room
nestled against the wall opposite the door
a man was sitting and sleeping
in his mouth was a key
I woke him up
and we set out to wake up
the other sleepers
behind the other doors of the white rooms
then I woke up
–Nikolay Boykov,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)