3 poems by Maryam Hooleh

Translation and editing by Sheema Kalbasi and Roger Humes

Every time that something is not proven

When I get out at last,
I look at the streets for so long that they give up,
they leave.

To tell the truth this place is a desert
similar to history that always is truthful.

Every time that something is not proven,

you are the liar.

Translation and editing by Sheema Kalbasi and Roger Humes

Leash

If you marry me

buy me a light dress

from the back where it can show the nakedness

and a neck scarf

that has your hand's morality

and a pair of practice shoes
that is connected to your brain

but don't forget the leash:

it has a more sincere face.

 

Translation and editing by Sheema Kalbasi and Roger Humes

 A prophet to be again

That male prostitute
Wanted to claim he is a prophet!

He believed he could conquer all the women in the world!

God forbid! He was swelled in the universe's buttonhole.

 

Translation and editing by Sheema Kalbasi and Roger Humes