Best Poem of I.F. Kobjelska

Red
Red

Red is the colour in which I release scream,
Or at least just little sound between echo,
Dust hidden under dolly´s tiara,
Drinking forbidden jim beam.

Red is the colour of escape, freedom and flight over the mud
She can waltz and crawl in same rythm,
And still she´s lady wearing cap.
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The Toes On My Feet Were Blue And Still People Made Me Sick
I wrote a kind of
ready - made poem
as Kolenič says,
but my body
was still digesting
walls,
windows,
door.
Door! So useless because there was no place for me
to curl up and sob
behind them
like women use to do.

There was nowhere a pair of hands
so . . .
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