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9.5.2025 7:00 AM

Lovers on a Grass Rooftop and 1 more by Nikola J Milosavljevic

Lovers On a Grass Rooftop

The horse’s head is speared.
The night lit white in lightning flashes.
The blood slithered down the wood.
I held a cigarette between my lips,
The shaft between my hands
and neighed as I moved forward.

Our destinies are punctuated with
stars. We are nothing more than
uncontrollable words of darkness;
You and I, purple and restless, boiling
like a bed sore, teething on flesh.

I’m trotting on the tamed death,
eyes wide open, back to your embrace.
Vines covered its body, and white worms
turned into flower fists.
Some burials are prettier than others;
Some graves are colder than the rest.

My Father Visits My Newborn

The nursery window was patched
With a wobbly blackout curtain.
My hands cradled his small body
That looked like a bean lost in
a giant sequoia root twine.
The fight between the draft and
The light had set the entire room
in a slow, dancing flicker.
Furniture edges
Stretched and lost its finity.
People in the old family photos
Hanging from the walls came to life.
I rocked my son to sleep, walking
In circles. The shadows sailed
Around his facial horizons.
Those were my father’s hands,
Full of love and ambrosial piety.
For the first time I’ve seen
My son let a smile slip, and my
Father’s ability to control his darkness.