sepideh

payangan, august 2026

beginning

may well be our only map

moving forwards backwards

our map of relief

on the coffee table

a diary

a humble thing

26 inscribed on its cover

it knows something is missing

what it doesn't know

is what we don't know

millennia have forgotten

missing has forgotten

has the unforgivable

rising sun

chorus of waking birds

not to mention

pigs' squealing

it's feeding time

it's the time of

measures where are you

untraced

what flies with these pages