Intimate Lyricism

When I first ran away from home
you buried the seed of death under the pillow
and took the linens out into the wind
breathed the bed’s light into your hands
and for a long time sifted it through your fingers.

While I was hitching a ride from the angels
you neither cooked nor washed
you lived just like the angels to whom I stuck
out my thumb.

Deep in the desert of stars
I thought about the pig
which you fattened full of mercy in the pigsty
and watched my head being shaved overnight.

Intimna lirika

Intimna lirika

Kada sam prvi put pobjegao od kuće
ispod jastuka zakopala si klicu smrti
i iznijela plahte na vjetar
izdahnula svjetlost postelje u šake
i dugo je prosijavala između prstiju.

Dok sam ja stopirao anđele na cesti
ti nisi kuhala ni prala
živjela si baš kao anđeli kojima sam dizao
palac u zrak.

Duboko u pustinji zvijezda
mislio sam na svinju
koju puna milosti toviš u svinjcu
i gledaš u moju preko noći obrijanu glavu.