Like, what the fuck is this dude’s problem?
You told me you understood when I tried to explain why my face was so pale, my eyes so sunken, my hands so shaky. I was sure I was crazy—you not only said I wasn’t crazy, but asked me point blank if I was a spy.
I got a tattoo on my ass at her behest.
We fumbled about with each other for a few years, but things blew over before we could settle into anything like conjugality.
And as I darkened, I needed nothing.
Jaia Hamid Bashir spoke with Hobart editor, Breen Nolan, about her debut poetry collection, The Afterlife of Sweetness, how she sees the self as a kind of fiction and her love of making
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
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