history resonates
in my bones
i remain her pupil
afterall one day
i just might become
her prophet
she suckles
the marrow in my spine
and if i drum
my fingers
just right
she hums her story
she reveals
my past in my niece
…………yet to see the groundwork
…………still thinking the stork
…………did her right
…………one day will see and carry
the cradle of blood
…………she really came from
my future in my mother
…………writing to friends back home
…………about her american dream
…………import cars and cubicles
…………writing to friends back home
…………laughing my husband calls it
…………the land of unfortunately
…………writing to friends back home
…………wanting to be
…………home
my dreams in my grandmother
…………her deferred dream
…………flavors endless dishes
…………more precious than saffron
…………shows itself
…………in delicate seams and patches
…………translates into a touch
my
maman joon *
…………has fed me
has just begun
to discover their potency
just begun
to discover
she has given me
a head start
* Farsi for grandmother
