Mehanika peluda – Selected poems from Martina Vidaić

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Mehanika peluda – Selected poems from Martina Vidaić

A WOMAN STOWAWAY
THE MAID WHO EARNED HER DEGREE IN THOMAS HOBBES
A MALE FASHION MODEL WITH A CANCER
A FEMALE VISITOR OF A SECOND-HAND SHOP
A HAIRDRESSER WHO DROWNED HERSELF
A HOMELESS BEFORE THE RESTAURANT WINDOW
A FEMALE MARATHON RUNNER
A WOMAN WHO FLIES FOR THE FIRST TIME
A WORKWOMAN OF WORN OUT KNEES
A BEGGAR RESEMBLING A BLACK CAT


THE MAID WHO EARNED HER DEGREE IN THOMAS HOBBES / SOBARICA KOJA JE DIPLOMIRALA NA THOMASU HOBBESU:

I’ve been looking for my place all morning
and now, when the noon sat on the forehead as a sweaty arse
and the bathers are desperately seeking air at the flying vendors,
two men and two women come with two plus two children
threatening to take away that little distance I’ve won
from the towels resembling the sheets waiting for us

The square of the air that belongs to me as a beach given right
is being pumped into mattresses, rollers, cushions,
into shoulders, arms, tits under the American flag
into the shoulders that spread, thighs and into Our Lady on the biceps
swelling off like an old alcoholic
desiring more and more intoxicating worship

Tanned and shiny, my skin expresses them
just like white background expresses text:
I am replaceable and yet necessary
if the words want to be important
Sun sun, damage me

AuthorMartina Vidaić
2019-06-14T21:07:11+00:00 May 30th, 2019|Categories: Literature, Poetry, Blesok no. 125|0 Comments