i told rafael i will write a poem
about how miltos chose art
instead of a giros restaurant chain
but then i felt bad about making fun
of miltos’ horrible life choices
and decided not to write that poem

i wanted you all to know
that i do horrible things
to hotel towels,
and the only safe place
are belgrade hotels
because
i do not stay in hotels
in a city where i live

i like to look at art
because when i look at art
i am not looking at
many horrible things out there

we did horrible things
and god had enough of it
and drowned us.

then we built big things
without any meaning
just because we could.

and god punished us
by dividing us with
nations and languages.

then god sent his son
to teach us in arameic
and we killed him quickly.

we wrote his teaching in greek
and wrongly translated it
to all the other languages.

and ever since
we have been killing each other
over what he said.

the truth about srebrenica
is that some really fucked up people
did a really fucked up thing
and lots of people got hurt
and it is horrible
but it is not an an excuse
to spend entire lives
in useless hate
without innovation and equality