Beyond of the Puke

I have to find incisive scissors …
To this country that has been my placenta …
I have to snip my navel cord …
It drags me to follow itself…
A bad sort …
A bad place …

I have to say
Flogging the sea …
I have to piggyback this blind
This Alborz mountain
And bring it
Insofar as Arash’s sling shot was gone …
Insofar as petroleum fire was alight …
I have to say …
A bad sort saying …
My words have involved in the scissors
I know how to trigger …
How to doing drop too …!
Because of my baby … he shouldn’t go to fever …
Because of the money …. It shouldn’t approach …
Mr papermoney ?
who cut my head
with his incisive edges…
but my navel cord …
oh …bad sort …
I abuse this words …
Portent …
Oh …. Portent …
I inject petroleum into my veins…
This Is bad addiction …!
When it be finished
The bathroom will be cold forever …
I stink …
I fug …
My breast hasn’t milk…
My many mothers … oh … a bad sort …
Please think
And tell me where is going this road …
The black fume can not see even few meters thither …
And my petroleum puke
is
these words
that
I haven’t said …

Translated by Maryam Hoole, edit by Renèe Sigel & Roger Humes