In Serbia pigs monopolize the trade. Citizens grow and harvest corn in the slender, open lipped bathtub allotted each family. The corn is confiscated, fired, and sold along the road by pig vendors.
For dinner Serbians eat corn pita and drink corn milk.
In Serbia women’s legs are long like knives, in need of grind and polish.
In Serbia the babies come out like dried figs. Their dwarf bodies burnt velvet to touch. Newborns are baptized by government workers and ex priests who perform god’s will as press secretaries.
It is believed in Serbia that Roma people were birthed from the ground. Their creation story tells of a people spit out from the Earth, stained black by dirt.
In Serbia Babas brew coffee in stockpots, churning the liquid with their left breast. When guests arrive, they circle round to sip coffee from a ladle.
The gypsy in Serbia is coveted, displayed in museums and on riverbanks. They are regarded as the country's only form of art. Bestowed upon them are the highest freedoms: freedom to suffer and freedom to create.
Take a bus to the Serbian coast, compliments of the country. Walk along the water. Floss your toes with fish tails.
The Serbs do not celebrate holidays, celibacy, or the five senses.
The Serbs are most efficient in a line.
In Serbia men and women bathe in peach nectar. The women wash behind their knees while men tease their chest hair.
In Serbia before one is lowered into the ground, a seed is tucked beneath each lid. A sea of sunflowers marks a Serbian graveyard.