Masjid Soleiman’s summer heat
Highlights sweaty strands
scattered on the wet mud ground
Long red hair
braided
Softly on each shoulder
Home —
Ounces of opium
on a day
Monday, Tuesday
(ghesmat bood degeh)
Oh
and God
Separate you and me
From seven to twenty seven
The same questions repeat
“You look just like her”
...
“Nothing like her”
Tall
Short
Stunning
Revolutionary
A rebellious spirit
gone bad
levah1
A selfish woman really
Not a picture,
a single frame:
Stories recounted
Ceremonies guised in language
And bracket merge
From one generation
to the next
And I’ve seen it
green piercing Bakhtiari eyes
Revealed in the stories
disembodied sight
in my cousins’ stares
So maybe by chance
By the same God
On another Monday or Tuesday
Ghesmat and we
Will meet
I would like to thank Lisa Arnold and Erica Mena for editing this version
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