Milosava Pavlovich

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Diet

Translated by: Елка Димитрова

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I am hungry!

 

Hungry for sweet, salty, spicy, bitter.

Crunchy, creamy, hard, potable.

 

I fill my body and soul.

Satisfying one of my urges.

 

I speak to Freud and Jung

while I walk around hospital corridors.

 

My body is sick from fat.

Most probably my soul too.

I cure it on my own.

 

But where is the catch?

In other urges

Which I renamed and sent into the mouth?

 

Who knows, people are very strange.

I must go on a diet,

That’s clear.

 

But I am hungry

even as I write this.

 

I won’t get up.

No, no.

 

Diet!

Write, Milosava, write…

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