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The Man I Fell in Love With

The Man I Fell in Love With

used to carry a tote, filled with dead
butterflies in each hand

his fingers, pinned against the handles
and his arms, numb

branches of cedar, glued to his legs
with the xylem sap from maple trees

the sun rose from his right lake
and set into his left swamp

his sclerae, filled with grains of salt
from the Dead Sea

blue jays migrated south
to build nests made of his hair

but his bald head was never meant
to be their promised land

once I dug his chest and found
only an empty priest purse

soon he covered the holes
I dug with Band-Aids

his trapped tongue wasn’t able
to pronounce consonants

his ears, stuffed with feathers
remained from his last dream of flight

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Soodabeh Saeidnia