politics. / by Britta Badour

When they tell me to open up
I think: bathrobe belt, extension cord.
Anything within arm’s reach with at least an arm span
so I can quickly wind it
into figure-8s around the deadbolt and doorknob
of my thoughts.
I’m afraid that if I say what’s been on my mind
my heart will get jealous and we’ll never
hear the end of it