Small looks, the pain from a distance

[Translated by Hilal Nazki and Mujib Mehrdad]

The blood in my stomach
Streams like the blood from your head

Inconspicuous pains shimmering from a distance
Small looks, the pain from a distance
I am your heart, eager to melt your friend’s hand
I am your throat, afraid of the hands suspended close to your body
I am your eyes, fearing as things move around you
And there is always a stone , whispering in the darkness against you
Or behind the walls, bringing the surge of blood into the fist

Nevertheless
I do not close my window yet
For I believe there is still a breeze
That can swallow this poison from air
And leave
Our houses alone