Ivana Bodrožić (Ivana Bodrožić)

I'll post my picture on Facebook
next summer.

I will take a holiday, not like this year,
I will go to the seaside, rent an apartment,
I will climb a hill with a view on all that
eternal blueness

I will post one of those photos
the sea devouring the Sun behind my back
and my shoulders tanned

juice will be dripping from the bursting figs lying on the tray
but they will not be bruised, rotten or mottled
they will just split in half midline,
and I will capture this with my camera

I will change the profile picture
and get two hundred likes
for that will be one magical photo,
slightly faded
and they will hardly recognise me
in fact, they will be envious
for I will assemble such a powerful gallery
and my friends will be sitting in front of their computers
searching through their folders

but no one will be able to beat
my sunset,
the grains of sand on my feet,
the ancient hunched olive tree,
and I will, if need be, trespass
into someone's yard, snapping photos
of their table, chairs, veranda,
watermelon rinds, parasol,
an open book with folded covers
stained with salt

I will be the happiest one
and it will be obvious
and my children will be happy
posing patiently
wearing angelic smiles
all of us will pose
for as long as it takes
until the veins in our eyes pop
from all that staring into the camera
until our faces grow stiff
until we catch that moment of happiness
so I can post it on Facebook.