UNPREPARED SIN
you and I
in the elevator
in a tight space
tight enough
in silence and a muffled smile
to find out all the intentions
to taste unprepared sins
to discover the most hidden weaknesses
and all that, with just one descent
going down
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