Dan sa autizmom
Zaboravio sam da je jučer bio svjetski dan osoba
sa autizmom
Proveo sam ga tipično neautistično, sjedeći
za stolom sa još dvije osobe
Novi prijatelji u novom svijetu, jer iz prošlosti
niko nije preživeo sadašnjost u cjelosti
Telefon kasni poput mene, dostavlja poruke
dan kasnije
Ostavlja vremenu priliku da detaljno prouči
svako slovo i svaku glupost
Svaki otpadak, a njih je mnogo, kao broj
divljih deponija u nastajanju
Iza svake stoji: amen, bolest, potencijalno
izlečenje suplementima, pa opet amen i bog
I tako u krug do neba i nazad, u krevet, u
praznu sobu prepunu stvari i poneke biljke
U tišinu koja govori dok zaboravljam riječi
i gledam video-priče onih koji nemaju vremena
Oni koji bi imali trenutak za razbijanje
tišine daleko su, preko amplituda crnoglavih galebova
Zaboravio sam kako izgleda ljubav,
zaboravio sam kako izgleda disanje sa srećom
Zaboravio sam kako izgleda ustajanje sa
svrhom, kako izgleda hodanje sa smislom
Zaboravio sam na dan koji je zaboravio mene
iznedrivši brzi fiks za ćelije
12.56h – 13.11h
03.04.2026.
Petak
(Uxbridge, London)
A Day with Autism
I forgot that yesterday was World Autism
Awareness Day
I spent it in a typically non-autistic way,
sitting at a table with two other people
New friends in a new world, because no one
from the past has survived the present in its entirety
The phone is late like me, delivering
messages a day later
Gives time the opportunity to study every
letter and every nonsense in detail
Each piece of waste, and there are many of
them, like the number of illegal landfills in the making
Behind each one is: amen, illness,
potential cure with supplements, and again amen and god
And so in a circle to the sky and back, to
bed, to an empty room full of things and the occasional plant
Into the silence that speaks while I forget
the words and watch video stories of those who don't have time
Those who would have a moment to break the
silence are far away, beyond the amplitude of black-headed gulls
I forgot what love looks like, I forgot
what breathing with happiness looks like
I forgot what getting up with purpose looks
like, what walking with meaning looks like
I forgot on a day that forgot me spawning a
quick cell fix
12:56 p.m. – 1:11 p.m
04/03/2026.
Friday
(Uxbridge, London)
