Okenko Poezie II

Curtains

I wake up in the middle of the night and say:
I'm having an interesting dream. Let's dream it together.
You just smile and turn onto your other side.
I just want to tell you
that on the corner of our bed,
our untouchable state with a sheet for a flag,
an Aboriginal and a Laplander sit
and leaf through a book on Indians.
I want to tell you
that our blanket resembles more and more the thick curtains
I drew over the windows to separate us from the street.
I want to tell you that for years now
I have been unable to sleep
watching you smile in yours.

Goran Simić: From Sarajevo With Sorrow