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?