YOUR HANDS

O Mary

“O Mary
Here, each tree
Grows into the form of a cross
And the passersby
Drift toward my Last Supper.”
— The Balance of the Day on My Fingers- Translated by Kambiz Nezhad and Farzaneh Davari
“Your hands
Were my decision
I should have taken and walked away.”
— The Balance of the Day on My Fingers- Translated by Kambiz Nezhad