speaking ill of depression by Anita Pajević
mornings have been pseudo-mornings since that morning
speaking ill of depression
by Anita Pajević 1
for breakfast I had a small coniferous forest and in it a squirrel I pressed him on a serviette stored him between two leaves of newspaper mornings have since been dreadful inedible mornings have been pseudo-mornings since that morning he prances up between the leaves when I leave neighs and squeals sheds his hoop-like tail as if to say something the stiffness of his ears and his strong front teeth scares me he’s twisted all my ankles that’s how small live storks got stuck in them there used to be more of them and if I cried they would cry for me tonight I’ll soak seitan with eyes shut I’ll dream of squirrel meat as if twice washed dough
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From special feature Facing the Anthropocene (May 2, 2017, Europe Now Journal). Translated from the Bosnian/Croatian/Serbian by Mirza Purić.
That one needs to simmer on my back burner for several sunrises.
This is gorgeous. The way the speaker leads me through this surreal world with authority, with the title to guide me in knowing what to feel