Motorways don't bring people back
those were the times that is what we say
to things we want to get rid of quickly
labour pains weights of rooms that
smell of doctors
the heavy silence resists falling
how did it even come in how long is it going to stay
it is the question of the weight of words their ability
to stick to walls. we answer with a hammer
or the black colour of miner's fingertips. tongue is
ideology except when it is veal and well-made.
maybe with hot tea we will melt the char between teeth
forgotten letters in places with no cavities.
between us stubborn silence blue t-shirt I used
yesterday to wave to someone at the station.
the duration of those simple hand movements left-to-right
measures the speed with which the snow will amputate the roads
there is no going forward.
Translated from Croatian by Antonia Jurić