The Post-Socialist Palimpsest of Your Body by Andrea Jurjević
a flock of gulls settling down in their dirty wedding gowns
The Post-Socialist Palimpsest of Your Body
your uterus rots at the hospital dump. the keys on the dresser spread like legs. the boots by the bed are a ghost town. you wear this rental house, the government of its bones, like a good foreigner. not just because it's july and the south, because all is dust and fevered crickets, you feel sifted. love is a scratched-out ticket, a ship the dock awaits. a flock of gulls settling down in their dirty wedding gowns. a mouse shrunk into a bloated blueberry. as the morning, doubled-over and thirsty, enters the kitchen—that stateless space, light as the jackboot hollowing your throat.
Bellevue Literary Review, 2019







Thanks for sharing my work, Karan. And Happy New Year to Only Poems!
a wake up call poem at 4 in the morning.