[If you don't stop] Poem by Farhad Showghi

IF YOU DON't STOP, a whole region will open outward.
Palm rotates, becomes roadworthy
You now go away, quite clearly coming back. But your palm
rotates onward. Becoming construction noise or geranium.
One wouldn't guess that you dwell exactly
Way home does it all alone: houses, trees, balconies
painted on the underside. You can be late,
two fingers, three rooms, lose a fear and
close the door. Your key ring makes noises for you,
just as you give it air.

Translated by Brian Currid