Translated by Ivelina Mincheva

we are not good people

we don’t call our mothers

we don’t have time for our brothers

we don’t visit our fathers’ graves

we just leave them to become the backyard
of weeds and stinking

homeless people of all kinds

we are not good people

we don’t associate with those
who would push us

but only with those
whom we have fun with

we value our phones more than our time

we are not good people

always hesitating

forgetting right away

pretending to be someone else

and leaving the computer on, so the sound of
an incoming message

of good-for-nothing words from those

we don’t even love any more would wake us

we are not good people

our playthings are dearer to us than
our neighbor’s children

we just pretend, we keep pretending that it’s
important

we are not good people

yet we so want to be