Little Girls when, slowly, the river ate at our sin, passed the purging our pores emit in sediments that run the river’s green– Hiding behind the glimmer of a spider’s thread, an epiphany hung itself down from the eaves. off bodies of leaves. And we begin to remember forgetting to know that memories are finicky. Today we are wantons to spectacle’s tall tales. and ravel you in pre-pubescence. Our eyes lock and fingers stick, that whatever we touch would lead us back to each other. and I, the harvest moon. There is a bigness in us, but, we sway to different gods. Hating each other for misunderstandings and impatience. we drown Bodies floating downriver. Blue with delirium when the color pink was lifeblood and roller skates an identity. Your freckles lay themselves on my face, off your alabaster. Pulling reminiscence from our features. You stand in the mists of history’s empires, both of us from some ether that waits for creation. Both of us from maps that are hand drawn, and hold tall myths. The two of us living today with the lies we learned from after school sitcoms where every episode ended happily. Ms. Safarzadeh funded her way to and from the East coast by constructing massive canvases and then live-action painting on said canvasses at multitudes of music festivals. Now, back home, in Los Angeles, she is working to acquire her teaching credentials while keeping afloat in the flood of artists and hustlers that dwell in LA. Still working to be published and performing, Yasamin has not limited the means by which she will satisfy her appetite and enthusiasm for art and for creating accessibility to the thing in her community. Her two chapbooks are available on Google books and a select poem for women’s history month is archived at the Library of Congress in Sacramento.
On a Summer’s day–
The sunlight illuminates tangents from our pasts
I start by calling air,
You are sun-kissed everglades,
Today, though
This day, we are close like childhood
(c) 2013 by Yasamin Safarzadeh, all rights reserved
Yasamin Safarzadeh, born and raised in Los Angeles, California, has travelled the nation in search of diversities of American culture. Along the way she organized multifarious art shows and collaborated with countless artists, in both developing the aforementioned and enhancing their knowledge base.
Little Girls (by Yasamin Safarzadeh)
18 Thursday Jul 2013
Posted 2000s, American, Poetry, Safarzadeh (Yasamin}
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