like the leaf that falls
to the grey
scratchy concrete
unable to tolerate
the heat
i give up
to me
when i
meet
someone like you
you
like the storm that blew
harder than we expected
I'm the tree that you
fell
you turned off the electricity
and blocked the road
you who neither stays
nor goes away
you who neither will be
nor was
you took my skin like
it was silk to wrap
around you
you who used your hand
to change my direction
like the clay on a pottery wheel
you who still sits in my skin and
like the itch of
a mosquito bite
from the weekend trip to the lake
Unable to control myself
i scratch you
and you grow
you grow
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- Maryam
- I am a curious adventurer born in Nashville raised by my Iranian parents, 9 aunts & uncles, with seven cousins and one sister. I have lived several lives in my 32 years. Its been a privileged, adventurous, wondrous experience.
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