POETRY

Suggestion For Our Scenario

By

Gulala Nouri

Let us say that we are in love

And that all of space is just ours

That memory is pure from all kinds of sediment

That borders could not reach our legs

Let us say we are not in Baghdad

And those clouds of dust are made by steps of celebrators.

That those warning calls are for the exhibition of beautiful horses

But we forgot the director behind us, who waits for that passionate part

When the lips grow close he stops the action.

(Translated into English by Gulala Nouri and Sara Cooper)