TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Four Poems by Lena Ruth Stefanović Translated fromMontenegrin by the author

Excuse me, I think I am dying

Two years ago I passed away No, really I haven’t written about it Which is unusual Given that I write about almost everything First you don’t understand Then you get it, you are looking into Death’s eyes None of you is blinking Death had found me at a birthday party I was wearing a lace dress And I laughed a lot At the ER there was a queue I approached the room for exams and said: “Excuse me, I think I am dying…” In a wheel chair They transported me to the emergency vehicle Blue lights flashing on the top of it And we took off towards the Urgent Care Center Some other doctors examined me there

Then I fainted Next thing I remember Is watching from somewhere above With birds’ eye view 39