MARKO VIDOJKOVIĆ
XII
Poems
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First, we watched Hellraiser,
and then we fucked,
and then we fucked one more time,
and then we hand-wrestled,
and then we fucked one more time.
I couldn’t figure anything out -
Did you like it?
Did you hate it?
Nothing.
All I could do is keep looking you in the eyes
and hope.
And I did figure out I wasn’t that bad.
Well, not until you asked to see me again.
*
Don’t worry,
it happens all the time:
girls throwing up
while out on a date
with me.
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Do you remember the first time
we rented a hooker?
We made her take off her panties,
jump on the hood
and spread her legs.
And then we turned the wipers on
and windscreen wiper fluid squirted on her ass.
Hell,
it was good.
And then, we asked the next hooker to take photos.
Do you remember, the crazy stuff we did,
back in the kitchen?
Hell,
it was good.
And then, we tied them up,
and then, they tied us up,
and then, we tied them up again,
and after that, they tied us up.
Do you remember how we were afraid
that they would steal all our money
and run away,
and tell all the other whores
how stupid we were?
Hell,
it was good.
And then, we rented a male hooker.
*
Okay, I’m going to fall in love
with you!
How come I haven’t noticed you
before?
That hair of yours?
Is that your natural colour?
No?
Never mind, it looks pretty natural.
What did you say your name was?
Wow, what a beautiful name!
Wow, what beautiful eyes!
They remind me of leaves in the park
across the street,
I watch on summer days,
high on acid.
Holy shit, I write poems for you, as well!
I know you’re the one!
I knew that this morning,
while shaving.
I asked myself
Why the fuck do you shave,
you never shave,
and I said to myself
I shave because of you
and I wasn't looking in the mirror at that
particular moment.
At that particular moment I was thinking of you.
And I didn’t even know you exist.
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While I browsed your...