haiku from this part of the world
an old man with a partisan face
buying a Happy Meal at McDonald’s,
his granddaughter with a Barbie doll in her hand,
a couple of flags for it is a National Holiday
and a black stray bitch with pups in tow
at the station for Velika Gorica.
but, I do not want to fuck around with the form.
haiku from my childhood would picture
a bottle of Ožujsko beer in my grandfather’s hand,
a bottle of Ožujsko beer in Mate Zagreb’s hand,
and a priest who is just passing by.
a part of the moment is a three-year old me
sitting on a crate of beer, while the two teach him to swear:
I fuck you and the nails from Jesus’ cross/ Virgin cow / comrade God!!
and flags, naturally, for it is National Hero’s Day.
fuck it, nowhere have I seen as many flags as
in the places of my childhood.