SVENJA PETRESCA, BETWEEN PERÓN AND MITRE STREETS Poem by Washington Cucurto

SVENJA PETRESCA, BETWEEN PERÓN AND MITRE STREETS



Ukranian woman, tall, ravishing, distributes Radio Taxi flyers
until 3pm when she gives her post to her son.
Ukranian, tall, ravishing, 19 years old.
Svenja lives in a hotel on Sarmiento Street, but I never knew the exact one.
"For why does you want to know my home."
Her husband's name is Pablo, Ukranian, tall, blond, ravishing.
Long afternoons I waited for 3pm,
the son knew I was nailing the mother, he didn't care.
He was looking for someone to nail.
Among the possibilities- tall, darkish, no Ukranians, no Gringas,
natives yes, ravishers, yes, yes.

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