

Anđela Vidojević
A maladaptive daydreamer,
An idiot going deaf from earphone abuse,
An incurable skeptic who somehow also believes in telekinesis,
According to my mother, an alien who fell from Mars,
That person next to you on the bus who smells like a wet ashtray,
A guilty hedonist
And an undercover witch.
All Things Redundant
All Things Redundant
Gather around me
And poke me with your long fingers
All the hands
That slide against me
Cold and damp
And shaky
Excite me.
Make my hair up
In the morning
Take my bra off
In the evening
And all the hands cover me
In my sleep.
Pat me on the shoulder
Hysterically
All the fingers dub restlessly
Against my belly
Scratch my thighs red
You anxious things.
Creep in my mouth
You greedy fingers
A mouthful
Grab my armpits
Arrest my knees
Hang by my collarbones
A necklace of nails
To keep me yours.
Soon enough
A million fingers
Will clasp my throat
And I’ll end
I’ll end a wineglass
In the hands of
All Things Redundant.