Word of the Day – Dzenana Vucic
The word of the days is epistemic
and I want to let you know;
to text you like I would have, even a year ago
when our end-of-relationship was still enjoying
an occasional fuck when you were sad
and a misplaced notion that one of those late-night rendezvous
would be different / you’d come back / et cetera.
You know, before we had turned the air between us
into accusations and repeated claims of no more, fini
Back then I was still taking candid photos of you,
or men who looked like you — doppelgangers —
walking down Rathdowne Street or through Piedemontes;
two rows in front at Nova, hip flask in hand; or
on dates with girls sitting at bar windows.
Tall blonde men are a dime a dozen, you could even say prosaic,
yet each time I re-experienced gravity
like a punch in the chest and thought it somehow
meaningful to be still so full of dolor
It hardly seems to matter now, all the wild ferment
of that strained yearning; seems almost funny
to have been so ripe with needy clemency,
so desperate to make up and make out,
so easily subdued after a fuck or four,
and the stain of your tears on my chest.
But I’m the kind of girl to make love to the subjunctive,
and your would if I could was oysters and ground rhino horn
and anyway, no one had ever held me with such tender avarice
By the time I forget this poem, it will be months later
and the word of the day will be mythoclast.
Dzenana Vucic is a Bosnian-Australian writer, editor and critic usually based in Melbourne but currently living in the tiny village of Trusina, Bosnia. Dzenana does stuff with The Lifted Brow and Brow Books, reads poetry for Overland and is the former Associate Editor for Arts, Culture and Books at In Review. She has been published in In Review, Film Focus, Dialect, Lip Magazine and Junkee.com.