It’s raining
I’m lying down with a frozen look
at the ceiling
The teapot gives signs that it’s burning
Chess pieces are falling down
under the bed
I’ve received an E-mail offer
The oven is killing one more bird
My neighbour came to make love
her husband to play a game of chess
But I can’t
I really can’t
It’s raining
and my mother is screaming
how I could’ve taken
the bad outside.
Translated by: Biljana Kosturanova