The Salvage Poem by alireza pourmoslemi

Bankrupt televisions, retired armchairs,

Graduated droppers, twisted antennas…

We buy your scrap!

That specific wasted day,

Sitting on the porch of melancholy,

Head buried in hands,

Staring into the virtual magnetism…

We buy all your voided time.

Photos of former lovers,

Snapshots taken by an accidental slip on the button,

Futile volumes of data on your phones,

Convictions you are no longer convinced of…

We buy the nonsense stashed in your closets.

Blood test results: lipids and cholesterol,

Rusty chat logs and pages that are nothing but sugar and syrup…

We refund all your wrong choices

In three installments,

With low interest.

We collect all the "hats" you've pulled over others' eyes from the market,

We cast them to the wind,

And whatever you have cast to the wind, we take back.

We know every single one of your addictions,

And for all of them, we have herbal remedies:

With the Weed… no pain.

With the Poppy… no stain.

We buy your urge to gamble again.

Although we recycle everything of yours,

"Our liability is limited regarding your unlimited happiness."

And as for the rest of you billions of people,

You must, in any case, figure out something for this volume of futility yourselves.