A. M.: Happy birthday to me
(translated by Manja Maksimovič)
Greeting cards are always ugly in the same way
regardless of the design: a bunch of flowers or a black ribbon.
Clichés in sentences cut through the heart like surgeon’s knives.
A complacent company dealing in catalogue sales
presents me with a gift coupon.
A well-read marketing expert hasn’t forgotten to include lines
closely followed by good wishes
for a nice celebration and much joy in the use of the discount.
As soon as the fax machine gets as smart
as mobile phones
and starts responding with the Happy Birthday tune
I shall commit suicide.