– “take me my hand!”
I take it.
Was it the very hand? Ok, it does not matter.

Again, a woman beaten pours acid
on my brain tonight.

Everyone is being decomposed,
also the memories of touch and hugging.

Watching film, hand in hand…
someone turns off the light.

Then, the scene becomes black.
Then, we hear only the woman screaming.

-Cry! Cry! Loudly!
This is not cinema, it is my life.

This is the scar of slap in my face or your kiss,
my cheeks are still irritated.

Someone, full of doubt, is sewing up
this poem’s lips in silence.

My eyes are still staring into the ceiling
my pillow is like the Caspian Sea’s shore.

There is a woman in my dream,
packed her suit and is going to travel tonight.

Billow is going over billow
It is time to sleep together, again

– “take my hand!”
I take it.

In front of us, there is the forgetfulness valley.

Fatemeh Ekhtesari

Translated by Hossein Fallah