Hold the Receiver

I know your ring; who else would call on the first day
of Spring to wish me Happy New Year,
with seven S’s laid upon a table I have seen
in photographs embedded in your email

I hold the receiver
flush to the ear that hears the clearest,
my right, lips pursed at the mike.
I would whisper but for static
in the line

You say let’s not discuss the war, though it seems we trip
through overlapping monologues on global
politics, and I enjoy it much
as any other subject

But I prefer the blur
in your voice when you remind me
I was born 10 days before the Spring
on a morning turquoise
as my eyes
And I love that
old world way of stringing out goodbye with promises of kisses for the children, until a warning click cuts the final stream
of words you mean to say

Each syllable itself is unimportant; we will never piece together
everything we might have said in the history
of silence. Still I sometimes lose my bearings
when the line goes dead

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!