Translated by Veselina Blagoeva
Diet
My tongue curls up,
It gets harder to swallow my voice,
words and sounds get stuck,
I cough out my vocabulary,
a concentration of alphabets and cultures,
there is no native or foreign anymore,
the amalgam has become amnesia,
everything I’ve learned over the years,
conjugations and tenses,
plurals and participles,
idioms, synonyms,
words and sentences,
which have made me heavier
they crawl out through my pores
washed away by the air,
I’m weightless,
gentle, thin, airy,
but why is my world growing small?
A Most Regular Day
The passer-by is very angry
and wildly waves around his hands,
the traffic lights stay green
and the tires race and squeal,
the outlines and contours make alliances,
the shadows run,
the world puts on glasses,
the darkness comes
why good night,
why?