August 13, 2023 - Rahil Najafabadi’s “Plain Things”
PLAIN THINGS
Let me sing with the movement of dance––
Even if I don’t speak, If I stand still,
you can see the words tied in my arms.
Like a kiss.
I imagine the same lover in different eyes,
the colors don’t matter as much as the gaze.
Can you see me as the same woman, even if
you change?
The Earth that birthed me and placed me beside you.
Maybe reborn into a girl again. Or a girl reborn into my
pain and my pain reloaded into her. Where does pain live,
when I am gone?
Will I carry it with me,
to the next life,
to the ground for a weak tree,
or just embedded in my last rest as I close my eyes?