Norooz is here at last, darling…time for yet Another new beginning for a homeland I can Hardly call my own now.
“Once upon a time in a construct of your own making or maybe not your own making as it is all upstairs…”
“My heart is a tropical ocean storm. Its tides fold and wrinkle like my bedsheets once we have left them. They remember the score.”
“If you could imagine yourself an animal, what creature or beast would you be?”
“I’m praying in the form of shifting toward something. But without repenting or knowing what it is.”
“After July’s heat wave now a steady rain.”
‘Say we found it together… we found it today… say it.’
“I wish I knew how you wanted me to love you, and I wish I loved you just like that.”
the pain you baked into my bones is astronomical.
They are you. You are them. Say their names.