In response to Multiple Personality Disorder's poem [1] about Ghormeh Sabzi.

“Love for the green dish*”

Table, I set for two

Two, plate

Two, fork

Two, spoon

I long for him

to be here soon

Everything set for two

Yogurt, khiyari

Salad, Shirazi

Vegetables, torshi

Green, ghormeh sabzi

Pretty things,

Necessary things,

Extra things,

Unnecessary things!

Missing anything from the menu?

Candles lit

Table set

Set for two

My home, aroma of Iran anew

I, smell of Iran for many a day

My skin, an Iranian bouquet

His skin too

His skin…

Oh! Do I hear the bell?

I rush to the door,

of my Iranian home

*My friend Robert once said: “I never eat any dish that is green.” “All the more for us Iranians, then,” I said.