Sara Naz Jadbabaie

tomorrow we will decide

tomorrow we will decide to get out of bed and return to our bodies, to admit to lovelessness the rotting disease, to pour a cup of warm coffee and greet our grief like old friends.

death and departure at imam khomeini airport

tomorrow will be january in seven days it will be two years. I step onto the plane, enveloped by thick nauseating sweet perfume, rows of honey spelled skin like mine, our tongues dance to the same rhythm. tight blonde ponytails wrapped in silk cloths swing like...


today, i cut your hair again, i grazed my hands through your mop enveloped my finger tips lingered on the familiar tender touchof your soft locks,folded over your ear,holding your beauty,our wholeness, i held a piece gingerlyand felt its weight,yearning for the...