Doubts and a Hesitation
By Garous Abdolmalekian
Even your name
I have doubts about
and about the trees
about their branches, if perhaps
they are roots
and we have been living
all these years underground.
Who has dislocated the world?
and why are birds circling in our stomachs?
Why does a pill defer my birth?
For years weve been living underground
on a day in my seventies Ill be born
and feel that death
is a shirt we all come to put on,
whose buttons we can either fasten
or leave undone
a man may roll up his sleeves
or he might
a captive mans conjectures
about the seasons behind the wall
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