After Us

Nikola Madzirov
One day someone will fold our blankets
and send them to the cleaners
to scrub the last grain of salt from them,
will open our letters and sort them out by date
instead of by how often they've been read.

One day someone will rearrange the room's furniture
like chessmen at the start of a new game,
will open the old shoebox 
where we hoard pyjama-buttons,
not-quite-dead batteries and hunger.

One day the ache will return to our backs
from the weight of hotel room keys
and the receptionist's suspicion
as he hands over the TV remote control.

Others' pity will set out after us
like the moon after some wandering child.

Copyright © 2011 by Nikola Madzirov. Reprinted from Remnants from Another Age with the permission of BOA Editions.

Copyright © 2011 by Nikola Madzirov. Reprinted from Remnants from Another Age with the permission of BOA Editions.

Nikola Madzirov