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sky fire

28 Sunday Apr 2013

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my childs fall from grace

Three dead fireflies. My three children gone.
Burned out. I am alone. The midnight skies
have cleared. I carry my dead daughter’s bone
in a bag close to my heart. My black eyes
do not have time for grief, but my heart does.
My heart is wild, in pain, a child. My heart
cries for blood, follows the laws of outlaws.
But we are a restrained people, our art
hints at our pain which we call beautiful.
I do not want you. I want my children –
no – no – no – back. Sky fire. I am without
hope, love, salvation. I curse my people.
I curse the heavens, they turned my vision
into shooting stars: I’m burning, burned out.

mahdokht: daughter of the moon

14 Monday Jan 2013

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Naked or veiled, you’re not some impotent
man’s wet dream; black kohl of a houri tossed
to a paradise only a merchant
of girl flesh would pander to. When you lost
your milk teeth, you threw them up to the sun,
singing, “take my donkey teeth and bring me
gazelle teeth.” I love how our old heathen
language survived. Now we speak with fairy
tongues. My daughter, you might be a jinneh,
but you’re no reward, no handmaid. Naked
or veiled, I shall love you. I shall love you
chaste and vestal or ribald and risque.
We speak of an agreement, a scared
pact, not spoken in Persian or Hebrew.

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Notes:

Houri: in Persian lore, one of the immortal virgins of the Koranic paradise; used to describe a beautiful, but submissive, woman.

Jinneh: a female jinn.

mi hija, el pornographer (soneto)

19 Sunday Aug 2012

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Fue cuando ella comenzó a traer su trabajo

al hogar que comencé a preocuparme. Caminando

por la cocina para encontrar a alguna muchacha

masturbando a un tipo, era mi hija, capturando

toda en la película, grita las instrucciones. Encontrar

el fregadero lleno juguetes sexuales apenas lavados. Un nuevo

tubo de lubricante anal en su monedero. “mirando a

otros coger,” ella me dijo, “es lo que mejor se hacer.”

No puedo avitar pensar que hay voyeurs

en todos nosotros. Incluso la palabra impresa

era una vez de otros. “Estarias sorprendido

qué todos lo que podemos hacer delante de otros,

dado la ocasión,” dijo ella. “es absurdo

decir que no amamos lo que desdeñan otros.”

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(It was when she started bringing her work home that I began worrying. Walking into the kitchen to find some girl jerk a boy off as my daughter, capturing it all on film, shouts instructions. Finding the sink full of sex toys just washed. A new tube of anal lube in her purse. “Watching others fuck,” she told me, “is what I do best.” I can’t help but think there are voyeurs in all of us. Even the printed word was once another’s. “You would be surprised what we all will do in front of others, given the chance,” she said. “It is absurd to say we don’t love what others despise.”)

my daughter the pornographer [version 1]

27 Tuesday Apr 2010

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It was when she started bringing her work
home that I began worrying. Walking
into the kitchen to find some girl jerk
a boy off as my daughter, capturing
it all on film, shouts instructions. Finding
the sink full of sex toys just washed. A new
tube of anal lube in her purse. “Watching
others fuck,” she told me, “is what I do
best.” I can’t help but think there are voyeurs
in all of us. Even the printed word
was once another’s. “You would be surprised
what we all will do in front of others,
given the chance,” she said. “It is absurd
to say we don’t love what others despise.”