I did not know that all

the multiplication signs

 in math exercises

would be two stickers on my mouth

accompanying me like my feet

until my height shrinks ..

to become zero in every result

Or that I

become two separate dots 

with a short line

until

everything I divide by myself

becomes meaningless..

and I am indivisible

except for two dots

below and above a short line

they are my eyes..

an eye that immerses deeply

and an eye that searches for God

from what is hidden in the deep eye

I will light my cigarettes

from the burning heart of my neighbor

... wherever he was and wherever he became

The magic carpet will fly

to Baghdad

after a sigh carries it

betrayed by it

his words aged before

a vein grows

on the slopes of his heart 

Even the bird of our neighborhood

no longer cares

about the flower seller

for the girl cut her braids

last winter

and there is no firewood in the city

to warm the streets 

A father muttered to his wife

some suspicion is no longer a sin..

for we have spent all the suspicions

on dice tables

and waiting cafes..

If I were a bag..

I would travel

to meet

the closing of my eyes