by Adisa Bašić

You love me mindlessly precisely because I’m mad.
I perform stunts in bed.
I cook naked.
I press the citrus squeezer on my mouth
and talk like Darth Vader
and you laugh.

When I smuggle bits of my madness outside
in my hair, my bra, or under my tongue —
that makes you sick.

Beyond our four walls
even laughing out loud
is quite, quite inappropriate.

Last updated December 05, 2022