The Cry

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She can stay.
It’s like something I can’t
During all those years,

What makes all that foam?
Rosina, come.
The dam yielded

if I could live without you.
to bring back her feelings.
The fields!

Willingness.
I do love you still,
delivered.

He’ll always love you.
Was there ever a moment when…
incapacitate him.

We’ve separated.
I thought she was here.
kid’s sake.

A landscape, the Mona Lisa, a
Something for the bedroom.
The Cry / Outcry

Seven years of crawling, that’s
Morning.
And less grinding.

my father.
with responsibilities.
Further south.

A postcard came for you.
Rosina,
I can’t understand why things

Dry those tears.
The envelopes.
coming toward me.

I never saw mountains.
Yellow as a lemon.
But look at your dress…

Remember, tomorrow.
You see beautiful places and people.
Let me.

 

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The Wild Child

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All these marks are like battle scars.
from the forest
It appears to be the scar of a wound
with the goblets more complex

each arrangement by memory,
Lacerations, abrasions.
Long eyelashes.
made with a sharp instrument.

he would have grasped the use of words,
and a stream of tears falling
That proves his memory can be trained.
He was there.

gazing upon the countryside,
heavy since the day he put on shoes
look up to the highest branches
That’s his sign language.

A rustle in the tree made me
Good.
then erased the drawing,
glowing embers with his fingers.

I’m afraid he’ll melt like a piece of sugar.
A letter for you.
Yes, it’s the same.
Water. Water.

Open your mouth.
The wheelbarrow.
of attention and memory
his loss of freedom

It is curious and moving to see the joy
Eyes: Black.
with great expectations.
It’s because of the sun

He piles up the letters
That’s your way of talking.
This is a true story. It begins in a forest
I thought what I’d dreaded

Come to bed, dear.
You’re in tatters, but you’re here.
He is not tongue-tied.
The windows barely seem

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Persepolis

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My life weighs down on me,
She was
a vulnerable country.
Spring…
the flowers fell from her breasts.

How come your breasts
their cynical game.
The veil stands for freedom.
What a pretty dress.
…had magically become

He needs open-heart surgery.
more and more.
You’re a big girl.
Not now. Leave me be.
Fear lulls our minds to sleep.

Holidays are crumbs
the most pain.
with its special air.
You’re still nostalgic.
Leave in single file.

I remember…
The boy shot next to us
my center of gravity.
how much in love you were.
His father’s crimes

the age of great ideals was over.
…made us tear up the photos
A woman who shows herself
His heart’s not failing
…and no one got divorced

Life is a void.
My son…
…that breaks your heart.
and diamonds!
Terrible weather.

I swear off love.
My father wondered if he needed
Children always leave.
…and the old internal enemies…
They held us for hours.

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It’s Winter

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It’s the mark of winter’s slap
Your family and marriage
That stands before your eyes,
Go inside.
it’s all broken.
On the ground.

People worn out, heavyhearted
Doors are closed
The trees,
Music
like a wall
What can you expect

Up north.
In the middle of nowhere.
Hands hidden
The bed in the corner.
I’ve brought you this…
restless life.

The bride should sign here.
and stares at his house.
Is your ship sinking?
and no one is there to see it.
Let him go ahead and die.
With

Heads ducked into collars
Every morning he goes
Turns into a dark cloud
Breaths are clouds
Stand still.
You never look me up.

I was by your house.
The earth dispirited
because of you.
Why is this in pieces?
Is no daybreak
No strangers.

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A Moment of Innocence

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How can you fall in love
sword in hand…
May your wishes come true.
or buy bread for the poor.

but the next day and the day after,
for loving other people.
Put your arm
Patience.

Look at each other.
Go into the frame.
She put flowers inside.
Make sure you keep

I’ve chosen the young me.
with a camera.
it’s because he wants
because, as a boy,

you tried to disarm …
I realized she wished
So I see, but I say again:
The sleeves are threadbare.

Maryam, come inside.
she’s underlined the good bits.
Stand beside each other.
You’re the young me now.

Say something ordinary.
shut away in this house?
I thought she loved me.
was different.

I fell in love with her.
I saw you through the trees…
I’ve been adrift for 20 years.
How long must I be

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The Insect Woman

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People sell sex
some chemical fertilizer.
meanness and hatred
A doll for the god
Betrayed by all

Drink this birthing potion.
Rain that falls on the parent
It’s super-deluxe.
like ivory or plastic.
My marriage failed.

I have one child.
to hear my prayer
Telegram.
getting such a beauty.
when the bleeding stops.

Scars from the last beating
Writing in her diary.
You could’ve telegrammed
through bitter tears
Milk.

Confess all your sins
all the thank-you gifts too.
“Father” – it has a nice ring.
Big body, big heart.
from the shrine.

The god of marriage has tied the knot.
Ah, a blackout.
and the baby’s born
repairing the roads.
that I have loved

this bitter life alone
Tell me.
you’re a rising star.
This is like a dream.
We can’t feed

while we abuse our bodies
I wander through
a wife.
Poor little Cathy.
The nightjars will fly off with you

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Le Jour Se Lève

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You’ve played The Father
Memories…
Nothing.
A nice brute…
his spell up his sleeve.
You’ve got blue eyes…
I have nightmares.
and the sea…
I’m back like a ghost.
I think about love, too…

He has a way of using his hands…
straightforward and trusting.
one twinkly eye and one sad eye.
A pretty trinket.
continually changing…
The good knight,
clutching his last bullet…
He used gentle methods.
A puff of wind caught it… gone.
Nothing. Hold your tongue.

Children from orphanages
Shooting from the rooftops
Here today, gone tomorrow.
I did spin a yarn the other night.
but that’s what is known as remorse.
I’m sick of men who talk of love.
It’s like sandblasting.
Gas…
tears in his eyes…
he tickled the wound with his whip.

I’m on my own now.
I dream you’re not there
and only us two left alive.
We’d pick lilac at Easter.
and there are flowers even in winter.
That’s the whole secret.
It’s an airy fairy dream…
Sailing dates…
and casinos all around.
People in love are said

 

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