Road-Side Destinations

I think I am a better ghost than I am a human being

I’m living only in the dark, as a traveler in 2.5 seconds of daylight from a couch to a bed and I can’t explain it. Small parties, dark parties, dead parties, and the burn makes it more like the movies, montage, gaining company- this we live for, be it small, dark, dead, or company consensually alive in moments of blinking understanding under the down beat, or crowded company inhaling in the shower, moving, or silent company staring at small, dark, dead parties on the screen, blinking like the strobes or the lighter in her hand. Kinetic cells in the crowded wet corners of Aphrodite’s lips emit nothing but giggles and sighs and kisses connecting, rubbing against deep polyester shadow here to be touched, synchronized high, good time, good night.

Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Sin"