House in Miamisburg

by Ana Brnardić


House in Miamisburg

Crickets chirp all through the night.

The sky gently envelops the earth. 

God is intimate and welcomes his guests

by patting them on the shoulder.

 

Fireflies shine like 120 Watt light bulbs.

 

From Juliet's balcony I observe the animals.

People do not live here.

Not in those houses or high-rises.

They sleep in the logos of their companies

as they descend from stress into the subterranean

picking fruits that hang from the telegraph lines

– upside down.

© translated by Damir and Majda Šodan

Kuća u Miamisburgu

Cijele noći kukurikanje zrikavaca.

Nebo se savija oko zemlje.

Bog je familijaran i srdačno tapše

svoje goste.

 

Krijesnice svijetle 120 wata.

 

S Julijinog balkona promatram životinje.

Ljudi ovdje ne žive.

Ne žive ni u kućama ni u neboderima.

Spavaju u inicijalima tvrtke,

a zatim od stresa silaze u zemlju

gdje beru izvrnute plodove

s telegrafskih žica.

© Ana Brnardić