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 HOMELESS BEFORE THE RESTAURANT WINDOW: / BESKUĆNIK PRED PROZOROM RESTORANA

What’s that in the glass?
An air terrified of wind, a space without error

I look at them how perfect they are,
desiring to stay there forever If only,
eating is an emotional act, and the food they are chewing
feels good to my tongue:

I wait for them, I, their horror of life,
with a cat in my lap
which can jump in a way that her feet
can hook up the car top and a smaller town,
and for a moment everything gets tense and wild

A young woman inside brings me a glass of tea,
she approaches me as the tiger is approached with meat
Her belly lets the sound
of an animal craving for fur

The air between us is for a moment vibrant from the steam
and, I know, I have to throw the tea in her face
because I need a cry to break up the scene
to fit the question perfectly:

Where is the milk,
are you saying we are not in England?
Oops, all the caked whiteness is hanging over the city,
they say, Christmas decorations – I think:

too much cheesecake, horror of cow,
her humble contribution to death

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