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Tatjana Gromača

A SCREWED-UP BROAD

She leaves in the morning, comes back shortly before the evening news.
Work hours just like those in the West.
Long black coat, gray light on her face.
Hair tucked behind her ear.
Nothing in her mailbox
except free delivery pizza ads
and the heating and water bills.
She opens the door, throws her things on the floor.
Washes up and stares for a long time at her face
in the mirror while drying herself with a soft towel.
She puts on her old worn-out sweat suit and watches TV.
Heats up some leftovers.
Looks out of the window, brushes her teeth.
Finally, she goes to bed.

CURA KOJA JE SJEBANA

CURA KOJA JE SJEBANA

Odlazi ujutro, vraća se nešto prije TV dnevnika.
Zapadno radno vrijeme.
Dugačak crni kaput, siva svjetlost na njenom licu.
Kosa zataknuta iza uha.
U njenom sandučiću nema ničeg
osim reklama za besplatnu dostavu pizze
i računa za vodu i grijanje.
Otključava vrata, baca stvari na pod.
Umiva se i dok se briše mekim frotirom
dugo gleda svoje lice u ogledalu.
Oblači staru isfucanu trenirku i sjeda pred TV.
Podgrijava jelo od jučer.
Gleda kroz prozor, pere zube.
Napokon, odlazi spavati.
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A SCREWED-UP BROAD

She leaves in the morning, comes back shortly before the evening news.
Work hours just like those in the West.
Long black coat, gray light on her face.
Hair tucked behind her ear.
Nothing in her mailbox
except free delivery pizza ads
and the heating and water bills.
She opens the door, throws her things on the floor.
Washes up and stares for a long time at her face
in the mirror while drying herself with a soft towel.
She puts on her old worn-out sweat suit and watches TV.
Heats up some leftovers.
Looks out of the window, brushes her teeth.
Finally, she goes to bed.

A SCREWED-UP BROAD

She leaves in the morning, comes back shortly before the evening news.
Work hours just like those in the West.
Long black coat, gray light on her face.
Hair tucked behind her ear.
Nothing in her mailbox
except free delivery pizza ads
and the heating and water bills.
She opens the door, throws her things on the floor.
Washes up and stares for a long time at her face
in the mirror while drying herself with a soft towel.
She puts on her old worn-out sweat suit and watches TV.
Heats up some leftovers.
Looks out of the window, brushes her teeth.
Finally, she goes to bed.
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