translated from the Persian by Hajar Hussaini I should have recited this poem before you fell to the ground before the heart discarded October pomegranates in Tehran before blowing our hair in the streets because the audience’s authority rendered our bodies impartial and it’s not nighttime on our side on our side, there was a creature scattering salt on our blood current and we had disputed our blood we had disputed our soil and we had paid our taxes off our veins to the passport police we...
