My lips are parched,
Like my self; oozing with a shy blood
.
Brutal shears trim blisters inside my head with a slow hand
I retreat to cool bed sheets fall in to sleep
…then I laugh hard
…turn back to the self
…tilt the head back
…slap the knee with open palms
…grasp the belly, tight
I shake the laughter off
Nearly noon of a bright day every day when things end up into a flat face – that’s the time when time gushes in, gushes out of the pit of my insides – I laugh hard
Then, comes morning
I breakfast a heaven with two pills an’ a sip of milk
I don’t remember what I do next
From the inside of my cunt, life vibrates
The hollow inside remains hollow for quite a while
I don’t remember what I do next
The shadow in the background of love is mocking;
I laugh hard
.
Saghi Ghahraman
Military Trail Sacarborough Toronto 2002