Terror
From far away you bury your father
wipe your mother’s tears from far away
in a café where you can ambush loneliness
you chat with a weeping house
video call from afar
Mother three steps above everything like a moon is up there
kissing Mahsa (moonface)
goes after Mahtab (moonlight)
and yet her demeanour which carries a headache
is the execution of my placeholder
in the the arms of a few women
In a banned house
they’re all coming
like I have left
