by Nazifa Islam
I’ll slit my throat in front of you.
Watch me. Slitting wrists is only done
in private but I’ll draw the knife
across my jugular in front of you
and a mirror if that’s your demand.
I’m not shy. I’ll strip naked first
if you prefer. I’ll light my clothes
on fire and try to cover myself
in the ashes. It won’t work but I’ll do it.
You’ll see how stubborn I can be.
You’ll see mania. You’ll get acquainted
with blood. I’ll make your dreams
nightmares – that’s what I’m here for.
Why the hell are you laughing?