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



A FEMALE VISITOR OF A SECOND-HAND SHOP: /
POSJETITELJICA DUĆANA RABLJENE ROBE:

It’s scary to bite
wool-loaded spaces

Jumper-gall next to jumper-night,
jumper-god next to jumper-blood

jumper-milk in sickening quantities,
the rows of pants cold-bloodedly deprived of aim

Can anyone tell me what they have done with the bodies?

Mechanical hands are picking out, picking out, searching,
they must know who they are coming from

I’ve stumbled upon a brecht-shirt which says:
it is a crime to talk about flowers with so much pain around

I’m insensitive, I can feel it in my pockets,
my fists crumbling it,

and the stereotype cashier shudders
having touched what coins say,
but her empty look keeps staring straight into the heaven

Tell me, what have they done with the bodies?

Soon,
when wood knocks on wood and I stay closed,
I’ll be home
(What, what have they done?)

Out of darkness the consultation of plants will whisper:
breathe, breathe, breathe

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