Dear Diary by Bojana Stojcic

​DEAR DIARY 


SUNDAY
mom yelled at dad, dad talked back
(same old, same old), both can pack a suitcase 
quicker than hell but keep screaming
and dreaming of a far-off heaven

MONDAY
all girls in my class have a date
it’s mostly men past their prime who 
listen to elevator music and
buy them skies with shiny clouds
not that i expect anyone to like me
i know i’m ugly and it has nothing 
to do with self-esteem
good looking people know they’re good looking
if you think you’re not, you probably aren’t
i wonder what post-euphoric laziness feels like
(it’s probably gross anyway)

TUESDAY
teachers gave me a lesson on morality (again)
the same people who got their kids to go to
bed alone but consider horizontal togetherness
passé and prefer practicing self-love before bed
stretched out like four-leaf clovers

WEDNESDAY
i’m bored
thank god for candy bars and booze 
the tv’s on, i like it that way coz
a big space seems much smaller

THURSDAY
i actually hate dating and 
this is how you’re supposed to feel

FRIDAY
future i will
future i can’t
(my mind’s a jumble)

SATURDAY
i got myself a new dog and a new addiction –
i sneak away when things get rowdy and
plunge into the water where i don’t sweat
where i am weightless and
can pretend none of this is real


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Bojana Stojcic teaches, bitches, writes in English, swears in Serbian, quarrels in German and tries to breathe in between. Her poems and flash pieces are published or forthcoming in Down in the Dirt, Visual Verse, Mojave Heart Review, Dodging the Rain, The Stray Branch, Tuck magazine, X-R-A-Y Lit Magazine and others.