Serbian Lover

Yesterday someone beat and assaulted you -

I listened to the radio and heard

the denial of the country, suspended belief.

he said to "call the police" 

you did. and the police didn't come.

This morning you woke and felt bugs

 crawling all over, the

Anxiety that can cripple, but you made

these beautiful earrings; long silver crystals

dangling

 from each ear.

I hope you get a phone soon 

so you can photograph your 

beautiful Serbian lover,

whether of reality or imagination;

He may be waiting for you now

at the bus stop bench - the ever stretching

bench where the world waits, fervently,

 for the bus

the bus that arrives

too early, too late.

The bench elongating always to fit you, him. 

  Dreams of this lonely, tragic world.