When we buy walls

by Željka Horvat Čeč


When we buy walls

We'll have to hold hands. Decorate flower pots.

Politely greet our new neighbors.

At night we'll move the old things, furniture, puzzles and dice.

Iron the curtains and the faces. We'll have to ask the fortune teller

for a lottery win or the murder of a politician

We have to become concrete.