Their name was Krusevac, now Cruz. The buildings perspired. It was
An island or a mountain littered with shacks. It’s a men’s affair. The
Women stored potatoes, constructed the world. An affair of lustreless
Traces, so it was thought. Sweetly melodious landscapes with accordion
In the background. Cleverness. Prow accumulating salt. Take my arm
Sever the ligament: I need to lose my taste for ajvar. The birds hushed
At their step. Oar. In the depths, the fish intuiting. Some graves hold
Entire families. But these women are safe. All the tongues of Europe
Disappeared. Earth. Apple candy doesn’t smell like cloves. Each letter
Spells a sojourn. These women are my mothers. From that day forward
– America – the skin of my cheeks a prairie
An island or a mountain littered with shacks. It’s a men’s affair. The
Women stored potatoes, constructed the world. An affair of lustreless
Traces, so it was thought. Sweetly melodious landscapes with accordion
In the background. Cleverness. Prow accumulating salt. Take my arm
Sever the ligament: I need to lose my taste for ajvar. The birds hushed
At their step. Oar. In the depths, the fish intuiting. Some graves hold
Entire families. But these women are safe. All the tongues of Europe
Disappeared. Earth. Apple candy doesn’t smell like cloves. Each letter
Spells a sojourn. These women are my mothers. From that day forward
– America – the skin of my cheeks a prairie
( Roco Cern )
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