1-
A window; facing the street; curtainless.
The right corner of the room is dark. There is a face eying the street from the inner side of the window.
2-
The face turns towards the endwall of the room where it is rather dark.
3-
A pair of eyes, if only,
from the dark end of the room, if only,
above cheekbones, if only,
parting cheeks from forehead, if only,
weren’t staring!
4-
There, where the chair is, a face is pressed face-first to the seat of the chair.
A body
– shoulders, stomach, legs and all hanged by the neck of a face –
is knelt on the ground, near the chair
– not chanting not murmuring-
for no reason other than a hysterical hunger to listen senselessly in to the silence.
5-
When it gets dark, the lamp, hanged down the ceiling of the room, shines.
Splashes light over the face near the curtainless window.
At times, the face turns this way, faces the street.
At times, faces the other way, towards the back of the room.
At times, faces that other way, stares directly into the corner of the room.
.
Then,
looks away.
.
The face looks senselessly cold.
Or hot, with anticipation.
She’s standing up; silenced.
From the sidewalk across the road, she does not appear steady.
6-
Under the streetlamp
Over the sidewalk
Air wriggles. Icey.
The body standing on the sidewalk, wriggles into itself cold under the streetlamp.
The eye frizzes fixed on the lamp hanged down the ceiling of the room across the road.
7-
A rope ties the street in to the home.
8-
Paralyzed you are when door is closed, window is shut, yesterday is locked away from today; today locked away from tomorrow; hand tied in to feet; shoulder chained in to the wall – and fears, fears,
distant and blind fears jam inside the skull
9-
Staring at the scene.
The Soggy light
The Intense light
The Murky light
Selfless hands and feet,
Selfless body,
Selfless pair of eyes,
Selfless pair of lips,
Flat chest with nipples buried in absolute darkness.
10-
You weight heavy over my chest, woman!
11-
Torn between the in ,
and the outs
of citizenry in an insatiable Gendermaniac Self
12-
Blue of the sky clashes with the scratches on the asphalt. This Is March 2011. My Name Is Saghi Ghahraman.
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Saghi Ghahraman
Toronto March 2011