ajun
Excerpt
one.
her smooth skin
exhales cardamon
the sweet sharp
musky
green smell
that lurks in the back of kitchen cupboards
she
throws them whole
like candy
into sholeh-zard
two.
rose water her chador
a long veil unfurling in her wake
slowly
she moves down a dark hallway
her
daughter's home
slippers tapping
shutters drawn against the light
three.
her hands hold mine
the sound of tides retreating wearily
through her nose
tickling my palms she
begins to lightly trace
the fine lines
anxiously awaiting her touch
telling me
my life will be long
and happy