FEET
they were the first to know the soil
they merged with dust and grass
they ran over an ant and a sleeping bug
they are the bravest part of my body
because in every sin of mine
they stepped forward first
Ofelia, gardener (Selected poems)
A POET ABOUT THE MIGRANT CRISIS
I’M WRITING INSTEAD OF MY SISTER
MATTRESS
OPHELIA’S MONOLOGUE
UNPREPARED SIN
SUMMER IN SPASM
TOUCHES
THEATER IN THE KITCHEN
SEED
FEET
WEDDING
AuthorNikolina Todorović