Spring is still
sleeping snow still
melting from the sky so
I plug into my headphones
walking step shuffle
click rubber soles hit
strangely electronic, a
soundtrack to
my footsteps shimmering
baseline remix.
Love Like
a Sunset feels right for
the gray, the cold, the
snow
last night's dreams and
memories: a
late night car, a
landing on the
moon. chords pop
pull me
out dry but leave me
strangely
sentient vibrating
to the sadness
behind my lids,
the sounds still between my
ears
Nemi tunam
begam ke khub-e, ke
koshang-e, ke
khoshal-e chun
nemi dunam chi-e,
jendegi kardan dar
Tehran: streets like any
other city but they drink
tea there, and the girls
wear scarves over their
jeans and combat boots and
speak in lion's voices and
sometimes their
brothers rape them,
sometimes they are fourteen and
their mother's slip them
E in their baby
dolls.
The House helps
them but I can't yet
say that it's
good, that it's
beautiful, that it's
happy, because I
still don't know what it is,
to live in
Tehran: Nemi dunam
chi begam.
I don't know what to say
but I know
I would walk there in
a second for the
squeeze of a hand, the
promise that it will be
good, it will be happy, it
will be beautiful.
CVP
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