In Memoriam of a Mouse
in a blue, not sky blue
bath (I rented it along with
the apartment's cockroaches and the window facing
East) I found a small
grey mouse, we were both alarmed
she ended up here via the ventilation
flue, and I, like everyone,
from the combination of a few chromosomes
this happened on the second day of Easter, in the morning
and in light of the resurrection
the thought of drowning the mouse
seemed sacrilegious
I chased her into a jug, carried her
outside, released her, followed with my eyes
the quick scampering towards the bud-laden
lilacs
already turning away, closing the door
over my shoulder
even now I feel
how a lean cat's shadow
unnerved the awakening grass

Translated by Medeine Tribinevicius