A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths
we went to the prophetess
dad, mom and me.
she said it’ll be a boy
and something big.
she saved my life.
girls born like this
don’t know gods.
for their seventh birthday
they slaughter a rooster on a stump.
they don’t use mascara
but a whetstone and a wrench
they drive a tractor,
drain cracklings
and eat sheep’s offal.
these are the long-legged girls
who walk alone
while the first snowflakes melt
on the roof of Hotel Moskva.
approach them only if you if can
fall in love with the man in them.
Devojka koja ne veruje u mitove
kod proročice smo išli
tata, mama i ja
rekla je biću muško
i nešto veliko
spasla mi je život
devojčice koje se ovako rode
ne poznaju bogove
za sedmi rođendan
kolju petla na panju
ne koriste maskaru
nego masat i francuski ključ
voze traktor
cede čvarke
i jedu kavurmu
to su one dugonoge devojke
što same šetaju
dok se prve pahulje tope
na krovu hotela Moskva
priđi im samo ako možeš
zavoleti muškarca u njima
I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink
he has a career
an apartment of eighty square meters
and a jaw from a razor commercial
he loves girls, talks subtly
he’s not interested in me
and yet I am a girl
so to speak
a natural born girl!
not too feminine
once a woman
strayed into our village and asked me
hey boy, where can I
turn the car around
afterwards Dad pulled her out
from a ravine with his tractor
and asked what got into you
to send her there
he has a girlfriend and looks at her
as if before his very eyes is dying
the last living
flamingo
when he meets me he always asks
why
I write poems
because the pit bulls in the park
don’t seem happy, I say
Nemam s kim da pljujem u lavabo naizmenično pastu za zube
on ima karijeru
stan od osamdeset kvadrata
i vilice sa reklame za brijače
voli devojke, priča suptilno
nije zainteresovan za mene
a ja sam ipak devojka
kakva-takva
rođena devojka!
ne preterano ženstvena
jednom je neka žena
zalutala u naše selo, pitala me
dečko, gde ovde može
da se okrene auto
posle ju je tata izvlačio
traktorom iz jaruge
kaže šta ti bi da je tamo pošalješ
on ima devojku i gleda je
kao da izumire poslednji primerak
flamingosa
kad me sretne uvek pita zašto
pišem pesme
zato što pitbulovi u parku
ne deluju srećno, kažem
