My ex-girlfriend
did not sing like Elvis.
she just couldn’t
make the right tone.
nonetheless she
always mixed it with water.
it isn’t necessary to say
how successful
she was at that.
besides, the peanuts were great
the brilliantine was open;
the wreath of little roses was spread out
over heart’s honest blade.
Elvis was under ground, long ago
dead.
and that was the thing which I just
couldn’t possibly
bear.
Translated by: Danijel Brcko, Tomislav Kuzmanović, Lovro Škopljanac