by Adisa Bašić

the well-groomed old man says
you will return the favor someday
we’ll celebrate once this is over

kisses me on the mouth lest there’s doubt
as to what he has in mind
and how he means to collect the debt

towering over me he hugs me like he owns me
as if we were in the poster
for a black-and-white film from his youth

we both pretend that
the threat frightens me
not him

Last updated December 05, 2022