Worktitle: On Jewellery 
Year: 2022

11/21

I smell like perfumes worn by people when they return from abroad*

I am just sitting at home making towers out of toilet paper
I swear if I will be here longer soon I will confuse these walls
With my own skin
I just sit in my beige tracksuit and my even more beige sofa and watch them
Two robust hairy bodies, jumping on each other
                  /and then relief in my old gray underclothes

I can’t offer you more than firm curly hair
Hands that smells like black saffron
Eating butter on moldy bread

Forever floating in hypnagogia
When you cut yourself they saw you up

As if you were clothes

I bought myself a cheap bijouterie ring
To replace people 
I can’t have at this moment

Jewelry is a stitch
Holding together everything that is torn
Languishing body
Surrounded by books and vitamins
Don’t have a contemporary virus but wither

Chunky chains (mixed metals) around my neck
Melding into the mass of bacteria

All Rights Reserved: Kristina Deska Nikolić, 2021