milos petrovic

 

 

I am Destined, My Hurt One

I wait for the body
its weight
I wait for the body and
its freshness

she bursts
down the skylight

swinging
for days with
nails and
hips

I know that
automobiles
represent truth,
truthfulness

donít doubt me, Iíll
give myself up
Iím given to you

 

back to issue 3

take me home