I am a ladykiller-girl
I carry a penknife in my pocket
and wires in my bra
I took a mortgage on my heart
wanted to build a house together
now I’m not even sure
if any of those people had ever loved me
but I let the past be past
I, Daddy, am the first one to break through the blanket of snow
and blossom, like hellebore
I was picky about food, I got up late
nothing will ever come of the likes of you, you said
but do you know, Daddy, what kind of woman I will be
as strong as e-mail passwords
I won’t wear make-up, I’ll have a healthy diet
on my forehead it will say “organic”
at night I will walk around alone
I’ll be a girl like yarrow
a woman you would never want to marry
I will survive when lightning strikes
in substations, when the news anchor says
do not leave the house without necessity
and when pensioners break their hips on the pavement
I am alone, Daddy, for I am a girl like sharp crowfoot
I am balm when you press me to the skin
but if you keep me for too long, I’ll crack open your wound
I am a fresh plant, Daddy, and I am the dry plant
in the attic waiting for you to pour the tea
alas, I never had the feeling that I was
Mother’s or your delicate little plant
but, I have forgiven
the tractor started at dawn and returned
when it became dark
it was not the time
but my parents who have worked hard for me
translation in English: Maša Dabić