Nadia Farjami
the moss is
salt-water veins, is green-blue clots;
it covers my flesh, but not enough— the man,
wolf, still growls
there’s something about his voice, volcanic
like a shot
glass of
vanity and vodka—cold-
blooded, he comes closer;
i cry, no
but he buries my
ballads beneath
his breath like
second-hand smoke;
he wants ignite and inhale me,
but i will not burn
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Nadia Farjami is a poet from Southern California. Her work has been recognized by The New York Times, Cathexis Northwest Press, High Shelf Press, The Esthetic Apostle, The National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, Prometheus Dreaming, Polyphony LIT, Youth Poet Laureate, Body Without Organs Literary Journal, Marmalade Magazine, Cagibi Literary Journal, The Athena Review, and more.