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I took off the first plaster on the third day. Right on the vein I could see the tiny hole Left by the needle’s puncture. I thought about the results; I craved the sea: The eternal hollow of its belly, My mortality. Food tastes like crinoline now, not of ginger and turmeric, Its devastating carnival…
We go to the public bath-house Gossip house For a good clean-out of body and tongue Old building Still sits ancient Past voices and weary bones Still linger Teenage brides scrubbed till they sparkle When we go in My grandmother takes a ticket Whilst My baby doll sleeps in my arms. Inside the giant hall…
On my wedding day I shine I’m ready for the show Kindly imitating mummy when she married daddy And the grown ups shelter me well Today, I am the news Strange hour, unplanned for In the church Mass production beckons And we line up gradually, uncharged Silent Obedient Defeated Warm wet faces fed With beautiful…
It is dusk And we are ready to go to the bathhouse. I am in the garden and By the pomegranate tree I dress my baby doll with her plastic swollen belly and fat fingers that I like to chew on to make teeth marks in. Already I can hear the mournful sound of prayer…
I want a man like Leonard Cohen to garnish my hair with begonias when he reads me poetry I want skeleton peace after crime-scene sex I want a man like John Lennon to airbrush the evils of capitalism after our cuts and bleeds I want bed peace after my young-girl 3-way and the next morning I want a voluptuous…
Both the thick cotton laundry baskets and the bamboo cages have been made by the workers at ‘The Palace’ : grandmothers and mothers, uncles and boys making school money, dinner money for the future. For now. Everyday. But you know, the spaghetti thin wires and plastic cords come with. And your butcher knives are bored…
It was at the opening of their art exhibition that the girl and the boy first set eyes on each other. There were many people around talking about art and the evening’s impending events. It was dark and thundery outside. It was the night. She saw this beautiful boy and in a sudden bold move…
At the foot of Sabalan mountain, in Northern Iran, deep in the valley, by the famous ski resort, is a bubbling mineral hot spring gushing calcium, potassium and us. Tonight under the stars, we all sink into the natural hot waters, aching joints melting in the thick soup of the water that fizzles on our…