A BEGGAR RESEMBLING A BLACK CAT: / PROSJAK KOJI NALIKUJE CRNOM MAČKU:
Whatever word I said to her
it made the town a little bigger and more dangerous
A woman with a suitcase in front of the kiosk
with chicken all dead under aivar spread
looked into the darkness between her body and the hotel
and the car headlights made her eyes
the eyes of a trapped beast,
behind which something cold and hard
quickly and loudly fell onto her palm:
will these two coins be enough?
I love indifference of people,
because I love when truth is near
In the kiosk the cook has run out of meat
so he cuts off part of his belly which he then grills,
and the wallet in her hands suddenly
opens wide to me,
black from the saved blood, like a heart
which the butcher palms off on the old man,
but I am neither blind nor forgetful:
the thing we call love is often
just the way to survive