the winter anthology
Vol. 4
Donna Stonecipher
i-am-tatjana
explains
I-am-Tatjana in Paris. I-am-Tatjana
in Rome. I-am-Tatjana in
Constantinople,
under the dirty blooming domes
of the Blue
Mosque. I-am-Tatjana
aiming my camera up at the faraway
apex. I-am-Tatjana
getting down on my sexual
knees. I-am-Tatjana,
blue formulary, I-am-
Tatjana, garden-variety, I-am-
Tatjana a bottle
methodically filled from the bottle
of Serbian brandy invisible
at a distance of fifty
streets. I-am-Tatjana
and Je t’aime.
I-am-Tatjana formerly virginal lost
in the sweet
medina. I-am-Tatjana
in a blue
dress in front of the Blue
Mosque in the stereoscopic
photograph Aleksandar
used to keep in the honored
spot upon his steel
desk.