I can tell you that I’m much better than when I

was writing

now I’m riding a bicycle through potholed roads

and am all covered in dust

my feet look like gipsy girl’s

they won’t make it anywhere

some time ago one approached me

and told me he’d dreamt

of riding a motorcycle

he fell down but it didn’t hurt

that’s how I fell in love with him

I threw the band aids in the toilet

and the water drowned them for rats and rivers

I don’t get up anymore, neither for mailmen

nor bill collectors nor soul saviors

let them ring

I closed god in a box, I have him for breakfast

every morning in my cereals

that’s why I feel this way

Translated by Tomislav Kuzmanović

mogu ti reći da sam puno bolje nego ono

kad sam pisala

sada vozim bicikl kroz razrovane ulice

i sva sam prašnjava

stopala su mi kao u ciganke

nikud neće stići

ovih dana prišao mi je jedan

i rekao da je sanjao

kako vozi motor

pao je ali ništa nije boljelo

tako sam ga zavoljela

bacila sam flastere u zahod

i voda ih je zagutila za štakore i rijeke

ne dižem se više, ni poštarima

ni inkasatorima ni spasiteljima duše

neka zvone

boga sam zatvorila u kutiju, doručkujem ga

svako jutro u žitaricama

zato mi je ovako