We opened crates in the barn.
Shipping crates. Crow bars. Bales of hay,
the sun in the open bays and the summer air charged
for a storm.
My son, who did not exist
when these boxes were packed
twenty-three years ago,
helped with the heavy lifting,
shifted that nail-studded chipboard lid
as if it weighed no more
than a withered old revolution.
From “Let Me Tell You Where I’ve Been: New Writing by Women of the Iranian Diaspora” edited by Persis M. Karim (University of Arkansas Press, 2006).
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