Tamara Suskic
(Serbia)
Where are you going?
Into the sea
Where do you think you are going?
The sun was lighting up the couch that day
You were sunbathing on the red carpet
I was blocking you the sun
While rubbing you in the sun-lotion
Your stiff face revealed
dance
and feast
one after another
your lips stretched into tongue-tied orgasm
disappearing into oval blush dots and
sweat beads above your upper lip
staring at your small golden pendant
swinging round the neck I felt domestic and strapped
A man in a poolhall nibbling carnation
Slowly and hasty simultaneously
Peeled bananas and hairy kiwis in a bawl
Kneeling on the floor of a nearby chapel
Tourist guide foaming at the mouth
Makes you pinch yourself
And you?
In an unknown city
In an unknown valley
In an unknown tower
In a deep shade
You came
Generous and muscular
And now you made us cry
As you often do
Wanted to pull my arm out
You are a house plant
All red in face
and even more
on the stairs
it’s so hot
we imagine a lawn with an irregular
pattern of sprinklers
your soaked shirt is a floral
wilderness
we cook clams
later on in hotel slippers noodles
and vermicelli
that’s right
we were in a cave
but that was a sea cave
island in an island in an island in an island
and what more do you want
meet Bill, he will be the most intense guy
you’ll ever know
all and nothing
out-of-season fruit
cool and elastic
a marvelous thing of a slowing-down
cowboy
a small crucifix above tighted linen and
tip-tilted eyes
a restored painting of a woman ratted hair on the wall
your mother, once young
your hairless body in the countryside. Riding
a donkey. You in a blue dress by the road.
You jumping over the fence, a sad lake
between mountains
you with your doe-eyes lying in bathing suit
on a double bed giggling under the covers
on the ferocious parts of my body
And then he laid
In his beige uniform
On an unmade bed
With his arms and hands unfolded
As if he’s begging
Then stroking the part of the bed where
I should plant myself
I thought
How I wished he was blind
And in that moment
I knew
When I finally climb his bed
On his childish linen
(with zebras hiding in the grass)
We will both think of the mine
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http://notcommonpeople.blogspot.fr/2011/07/tamara-suskic.html
http://milkwithtea.blogspot.fr/2010/05/tamara-suskic.html
Tamara Suskic, graduated Italian language and literature at Belgrade University. She published two poetry books Slika jedne slagalice (Matica srpska, 2001) and
Private Show (Narodna knjiga, 2005). She is the co-author of the following anthologies Diskurzivna tela poezije (AZIN, 2004), Tragom roda smisao angazovanja
(DEVE, 2006) i 24/7 tragom ljubavi (DEVE, 2006).
She is the co-author of the following plays Diskretne zene, dekorativno dete, danska doga (Scena, 2008, nominated for the best unpublished play at the Sterijino
pozorje Festival, public reading in the Cultural center Parobrod, in Belgrade, directed by Maja Mirkovic, 2012) and Plovidba (public reading at the Sterijino pozorje
Festival, in Novi Sad, directed by Attila Antal, 2009. and at the Glej Theater, in Ljubljana, directed by Nebojsa Pop Tasic). She was published in many magazines
and anthologies, in country and abroad. Had a couple of group exhibitions of photography (the Netherlands, the USA) and featured in many magazines abroad.
Menages a tumblr: http://darklava.tumblr.com/
Lives and works in Belgrade.