Miroslava Odalovic

(Montenegro)

Nothing to declare


we need passports id-s and an
unrepeatable unique crucial numbers of a citizen

we look at those photographs with weary visa faces
that reflect a tiresome long standing in a queue
why can't we sit

we need hands palms a pointer sealed in an
unrepeatable unique crucial print of a citizen
why can't we make a handshake

we need this for the sake of neat info organization
so as not to be lost so as to be easily found
why is no one looking for us

we need health cards credit cards phone cards
business cards membership cards
why can't we discard them


we need birth school pre post BA MA PHD certificates
why can't we really sign them

we need a luggage a lift a transport a life
why can't we travel

why do we have
nothing to declare

Submitted: Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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