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




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.