© Marko Davidović
you want to throw something at the sun
for being so punctual
here you are, rumpled on the bed
awake again and still alone
dreams tumbled back
under the blankets where your hand
rests on your sex, bored with the thought
of even trying for a feeling
being alive
makes you sick today
and you want to call a stranger
masturbate while talking to him
about weather or the price of fuel
but the battery in your phone
has been dead for days, the cats
need feeding and you haven’t shaved your legs
for so long it’s going to take hours
or a wax job you can’t afford
thought of shopping in the Mall
makes you pull the blankets up
turn over
and slink back to sleep
-by Mercedes Webb-Pullman
Mercedes Webb-Pullman graduated from IIML Victoria
University Wellington New Zealand with her MA in Creative Writing 2011. Her
work appears online and in print (Danse Macabre, Turbine, 4th Floor, Swamp,
Reconfigurations, The Electronic Bridge, poetryrepairs, Connotations Press, The
Red Room, many anthologies, and her books
Ono, Looking for Kerouac, After the Danse, Numeralla Dreaming, Food 4
Thought, Tasseography and Bravo Charlie Foxtrot) She lives on the Kapiti Coast,
New Zealand.
Painting Courtesy: Marko Davidović
Marko Davidović was born in belgrade, 1981, finished Faculty of Applied Arts in
Belgrade, 2005, in Graphic Design. Had 4 solo exhibitions and several group
ones with some awards for graphic, graphic design, painting, drawing, own made
font and calligraphy.
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