Mima Stanulov
Mima Stanulov (b. 1988, Zrenjanin, Serbia) is a poet based in Amsterdam writing from within the constraints of myasthenia gravis, a condition that weakens the body and disrupts even the slightest acts of endurance. Her work is shaped by fatigue, instability, and the ongoing negotiations between effort and collapse. Through this lens, she writes about motherhood, the body, and inherited narratives drawn from Slavic folklore, tracing where strength fails and where it is redefined.
Her poems have appeared on several Balkan literary platforms and in the collections
Haos ožiljaka (Librum Studio), Paket aranžman and Distorzija (PPM Enklava). She is currently completing a poetry manuscript in Serbian.
Nemaš snage
nemaš snage
dete da podigneš
presvučeš
muža poljubiš
sebe saslušaš
skuvaš supu
nemaš snage ni za razmišljanje
množenje i deljenje
proveravaš na digitronu
listanje Instagrama
zamara ti oči
nemaš snage za tuđu sreću
a ni muke
svi su bez bora
preduzetnici i umetnici
osim tebe
nemaš snage da podigneš tuš
iznad ramena
zaboravila si šta je
krema šampon brijač
odlažeš za bolje dane
možda sutra
od ponedeljka
svanuće nekad
nemaš snage da čitaš
napišeš stih
protumačiš pesmu
piješ limunadu sa velikog ekrana
pola gutaš
pola prosipaš
nemaš snage ni za zavist
vidi nju
ona leti vozi skejt
zimi snoubord
ujutru diže pedeset iz benča
preko dana sebi platu
vikendom u izlasku
sve drugarice tanka desetka
minić i nabubrelo poprsje
a ti
ulegla na kauču
nemaš snage
ni da prdneš
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no strength
no strength no strength
to lift your child to read
change their diaper
kiss your husband write a verse
be gentle with yourself make sense of a poem
cook soup
you drink lemonade
no strength from the big screen
even to think
half you swallow
multiplication and division half you spill
you check on a calculator
no strength
scrolling Instagram even for envy
tires your eyes
look at her
no strength she rides a skateboard
for other people’s joy snowboards in winter
or misery
in the morning
everyone is wrinkle-free she bench presses fifty
entrepreneurs and artists
during the day
everyone but you she earns her salary
no strength on weekends
to lift the showerhead she goes out
above your shoulder
all her friends
you’ve forgotten a perfect ten
cream
shampoo miniskirts
razor and full breasts
everything gets postponed and you
for better days sunk into the couch
maybe tomorrow no strength
starting Monday even for a fart
someday
it will dawn
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