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 WORKWOMAN OF WORN OUT KNEES: /
RADNICA ISTROŠENIH KOLJENA

At four a.m., when other people are dead,
from the dead I rise
(be gentle, the land of theirs)
Across the water I walk
to the roughest island

I am alone and in company, like the fish
on the white counter of the factory surrounded by the sea:

the fish which, predictably,
smell of stale vaginas,
the fish which dare not say anything,
for I tear off their heads,
I lay down their flesh into gentle oil,
cover it with the tin tongue
It’s useless

to send them in trucks toward the inland:
when I return, others will be still dead
I will resolutely lie down in my bed,
count how much my day worth is:
fifty coins
Little tunas on their reverse
falling, splashing, squirming,
nothing will hurt us by morning

Tomorrow
I will be tearing off their heads, tearing off their heads

One day
I will be tearing off their heads

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