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Poetry: Anis Mojgani

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When we were geese

I followed your sweet plough over the coffee-colored earth

In Russia the people danced with masks on

We sat in the devil’s chair when he was out of the room

He chased us around his throne

I threw my bones against it to show him what real music sounded like

He chased us outside

When the world touched our backs we turned into geese

The feathers he snatched as we flew off was spit in his face

We flew south

Flew far enough south that we flew north

The devil got so lonely for us he couldn’t sleep

Just sat in the cold light all night in that tall dark chair of his

The throne room collected the hours like ghosts

He didn’t let anyone leave

Everyone in the castle stayed in their rooms

His hourglass runneth over

We flew east

Flew so far we went west

When we landed on the devil’s roof he declared a holiday

Everyone took the day off, even god showed up

God said “Look at this!” and made a rainbow

My little goose heart was clenched like a fist

I didn’t even realize this until it loosened and pennies of silver fell from its grip tumbling into the world

My skin fell from shoulders in a cascade of tears

I stepped out of it, couldn’t describe what I was made out of underneath

But you were made of the same stuff, the world too

Even the weathervanes and the paper cups

Even god and the devil

Every lake, every dark hairy beast in the woods

Every soul who was raised to be a whisper and told to never grow bigger

Such soft hair we all grew

Goddamn we was beautiful 

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