Letter 1

You have a world

You cannot share

With me--

Neither any woman

Nor any human being.

Your place is

Above the ground

Above the seas

Above the highest summit

Above the polar star: Setare Qotbi!

I am a woman

Made of love and complaint

Made of petals and thorns

Made of iron and flesh
Made of PMS and poems.

You are a man

Made of MS and aggression

Made of mania and depression

Made of phobia and ambition

Made of love more than I can bear.

My place is

In empty arms

In lustful eyes

In meaningless words

In strangers’ worlds.

I cannot fit

Into any world

Any more

After I left

Your unsharable world!