Natasha / Natasha Tiniacos

Natasha

My guilty secret
is to want a hurricane
baptized under my name
and I’d like
it to be destructive
so that
for many years
old cardboard men
will speak
tirelessly amazed
about my savagery
and while they drink
alone
their malt whiskey
they’ll remember how
I shook their homes
and threw all
their belongings
out the bathroom window.




{ Natasha Tiniacos, Historia privada de un etcétera, Caracas: La Cámara Escrita, 2011 }