Sweat

One day—one of these distant days—my body
will tell me to stand up, and I will.
We will be together, my body and I,
and our language will be sweat.

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Margarita Serafimova is a Pushcart Prize 2020 nominee and a finalist in nine other U.S. and international poetry contests. She has four collections in Bulgarian and a chapbook, A Surgery of A Star (Staring Problem Press, CA). Her work appears widely, including at Nashville Review, LIT, Agenda Poetry, Poetry South, Botticelli, London Grip, Steam Ticket, Waxwing, A-Minor, Trafika Europe, Noble/ Gas, One, Obra/ Artifact, Great Weather for Media, Origins, Nixes Mate, Writing Disorder, Orbis, Moria. Visit: https://www.facebook.com/MargaritaISerafimova/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel.