Birgitta Björg Guðmarsdóttir
Birgitta Björg is an author and musician from Reykjavík, Iceland. She has written two novels, Skotheld (2018) and Moldin heit (2024) the second of which received Fjöruverðlaunin the Icelandic literary award for women and non-binary people, and one poetry book, Draugamandarínur (2025).
Birgitta has published poetry and prose in Icelandic literary magazines, such as TMM, Skírnir, Stelkur and Leirburður. Birgitta is a founding member and lyricist of Icelandic band Ólafur Kram. She is a part of the poetry collective MÚKK.
Still life
you raise the breast
and let it drop
lift the other and let drop
lay a cloud-pink palm
into the small space between them
you are easily entertained
we hide small objects
within my folds: a pen,
a pebble, my capacity for storage is such,
i keep a button, a molar,
a dinosaur sticker, keep them for a whole day,
bring them forth and look over, roll a safety pin
in my palm, the slender iron
caresses, warm.
you put a coin under the breast
and i guard it, i go
to work, i go
abroad, i go
for a checkup, i am
rolled around on a bed
the coin still in place and you
sit by the window, falling asleep over a book,
you‘re wearing a pale yellow sweater, chin resting
in your elbow, outside: a cloud
stretches, contracts,
stretches –
we play
lift the breast and let it drop
lift the other, let drop
guide cables around the body
which expands. shrinks.
bulges, we pour pills into a box and count:
six at eight o‘clock. six in the afternoon.
we set a timer
when the folds grow fewer they fall
the knickknacks, one after another, and eventually
the coin, you catch it, guard it
safely, until next time.
This poem was first published in Icelandic in the poetry book Draugamandarínur (2025).
Translation by author.

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