Sonja Manojlović Biography

I keep hurrying
a man and a woman
a child and an old man
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Not a woman, not a child, a happy beast
in a shallow wood, I lie in a shop-window
turning the city with my feet
so I went to see
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I am calling
with words from my life
Sometimes they say
shut up, mouth
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I only just live so,
I enumerate, I choose,
through the dead ends of senses there loom the adjectives
Not a name, not a shelter!
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He comes any time
I wake up and lie down alone
We sit at the table
he has my body for lunch and for dinner
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