I don’t know what to say

when I find a strand of your hair
over a chair like a ribbon

or the silk that holds me for a second
walking between the old orchard trees

I lay it back in place there

you’d laugh over that fastidious detail
how it must be undisturbed

and you would slightly bite my shoulder
as I came back up to protest

all elocution compressed in that nibble

sometimes waking not realizing the cat sighs
in the crossways where you dreamed

one day she’ll have to know
quietly as a lost breeze surfacing

but I don’t know what to say

First published as Funerale on Hubgarden
Shortlisted in the Adrien Abbott Prize
Published in English and Farsi in Persian Sugar in English Tea, A Bilingual Anthology of Short Poems and Haiku (Volume 1) Edited by Soodabeh Saiednia and Aimal Zaman Yusufzai, New York City 2018
Unstill Mosaics 2019