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◉ 055 | Pubic Hair. Public Hair.

I don't shave.
I trim it.
I usually do it
before
the shower.
With a Philips
petrol green
hair trimmer.
Corded.

I plug it
into the power outlet
inside
the small cabinet
in the top
right corner.
Dad made it
that way.
I stand
in front of
the mirror
following the contours
of my face.
Dark snowflakes
of my beard
fall into
the sink.
Some fall
outside.
I clean it all
and take
my clothes off.

I turn on the left
hot water knob
and balance it
with the right
cold water one.
I look down
at my pubic hair.
Maybe
I should
trim it too.

Turn off the water,
wrap myself
in a towel
and get a sheet of
printer paper
from my bedroom.
I have to hurry up,
otherwise
I'll be late
for school.
I lay it
in the sink
and start trimming
my pubic hair.
Dark snowflakes,
more curly,
fall onto
the paper.
Some fall
outside.
I clean it all
and wrap the paper
carefully.
It looks like
an envelope,
origami style
with no sticky tape.

I take
a quick shower.
Dry my hair.
Dry my body.
Put the clothes on.
Chuck the wrapper
with the trimmed
pubic hair
into my bag.
And leave.

At 7:45 am
I stop
at the top
of Bosanska ulica
waiting for Dino.
We rush
near the theatre,
pass Stari Plac,
and up the hill
towards the school.

We are
two minutes
late.
Professor Kuzmanić
does not like it.
She talks
about some automatisation
processes.
Scribbles some diagrams
with a chalk.
It's boring.
It's so boring.

The wrapper in my bag
comes to mind.
I take it out
slowly,
write on it
NE OTVARAJ!
DO NOT OPEN!
and send it
down the aisle.
Classmates from
the row behind
whisper:
"What's this?"
"I don't know,
someone passed it
from the front,"
I say.

The room
starts moving.
They pass it
to the row behind.
Then a curious soul
Tomislav Dugeč
opens the wrapper.
"What the fuck?"
he says.
Professor Kuzmanić
turns.
Then starts walking
towards him.
"What's that?"
"Nothing, nothing",
says Tomislav,
pushing the wrapper
deep into
his bag.
Pictures and words by Anton

