DESCRIBING THE MUNDANE
For days I’ve been trying to describe parquet. Parquet is
unvanquishable, it agrees only to scratching
and it’s always potentially full of water.
Parquet is an indescribably harrowing version of the East,
a cherriless space. A journey of palms and
feet into the pain of a lonely man.
I shall not agree to dying above parquet level,
just as I don’t agree to trams, lifts,
clocks and hate.
Parquet is an indescribably permanent absence of oxygen
Translated from the Croatian by Mirza Puric