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.
