MAIZE STARCH

by Alen Brlek


MAIZE STARCH

From my window I watched,
through the scope, the aerials on the city’s rooftops,
shore them of tips.
Your hot hair inscribed the big bang
into my skin, we pulled the knife
between each other’s feet
and prayed. Love is an abattoir
we march towards, tireless and calm.

 

Translated from the Croatian by Mirza Puric

GUSTIN

S prozora sam, kroz nišan,

promatrao antene na krovovima grada,

oduzimao im vrhove.

Tvoja vrela kosa upisivala je veliki prasak

u moju kožu, provukli smo nož

kroz stopala jedno drugome

i molili. Ljubav je klaonica

kojoj neumorno idemo mirni.