Grandma was a little Yeti

by Željka Horvat Čeč


Grandma was a little Yeti

Sadako wanted to live

Yesenin didn't

some people like references

I sometimes don't like to communicate

still,

sometimes with grandma, but not over the phone

I talk

by the goal post and the ball

we sing songs of liberty

through the scent of black locust trees

the words spread

a pity

 

a pity she's at the graveyard