I am the star
By Soraya Shalforoosh I am the Star I went to Iran I brought to Iran a Box of Toblerone chocolate almost as tall as I. Farouj wanting chocolate wakes me: "Soraya be in ja." I whisper in English where is my Dad. Oh, in a casino. Casino! Like Las Vegas or probably Monte Carlo. Toss of chips; flick of red cards Green table, blue table........soft. As an adult I am going to wear long scarves, fine perfumes spin roulette wheels. She wants chocolate. I have to open it, only I can, Who else has an auntie waking them at 3:00 am to eat fine chocolates? Not anyone! Oh, I am learning. It is only my second night here
and I am learning: I can sit on the floor even in the kitchen. In open windows there are cats, dogs; on floors salamanders, cockroaches. Somewhere close my dad has stacks of money on a table, a cocktail on a silver tray. 11:00 am and after I awake, dad's rubbing a warm cloth on my cheeks. I got chocolate here? Oh, and on my pillow. 11:00 am, first time past 7. I know from the way he laughs about my being up with Farouj, that he won't tell mom ever. He even tells me he had too much to drink. But what does that even mean? It means I can eat chocolate. Flying into Tehran was like flying into a Christmas tree
with all its lights. Here, Systematically somehow all the boxes, presents Were wrapped into black wrap. What else would one want to see? Everything that has ever been seen! I'm telling you and even you not one thing again. When I begin to tell what is hidden you'll want more. When you want more, we hide what's given. Soraya Shalforoosh has her MFA from The New School.. As an undergraduate, she won the Prentiss Cheney Hoyt Poetry Award at Clark University. Her poems have appeared in The Brink: An Anthology of Post Modern American Poetry from 1965 to Present... Good Foot, etc. Soraya has read her poetry at Barnes & Noble, the Ear Inn, Bowery Poetry Club, Wordsworth Book Store, The New School and elsewhere. She's also collaborated and performed with jazz and funk bands at C-Note, Savoy, and Nightingales. * Send this page to your friends
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