Things of little importance




blurred Kodak photographs

cheese from that farm 

an old Brazilian album 

memories of my mom 


as a child playing soccer 

my dog in the park 

collecting comic books 

arguing about artists 


trains to Paris; planes to Rio

memories of Tehran 

drugs in your apartment 

waking up with the sun


joking with students  

paychecks on books 

pens from Muji 

poems leaking where I stood 


my father’s TV habits 

brother’s off-limit room 

trips from my side of the car

being stubborn for no reason 


on stage in bands 

in front of a class 

alone with a guitar 

feeling happy in secret 

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