October 21, 2022 - Rahil Najafabadi’s “My Lace Curtains”

MY LACE CURTAINS

Every morning, I push the curtains and let in the light.
The little yellows of the day try to sneak in through,
my lace curtains aren’t so secure. The flowers, inside
and outside, turn to the sun just like I do––it feeds us.

From my window, I see nothing new. Nothing at all,
only the brick wall of my Manhattan apartment.
But that is all I want to see with the morning light
and the indication of another day through mesh roses.