A SCREWED-UP BROAD Poem by Tatjana Gromača

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.