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27 The Sticky Dream of a Banished Butterfly (Excerpt) Maryam Hooleh The flower I sent you yesterday wilted on the way this is the meaning of banishment, I know! But smell its stem! I’m still coming towards you. . . . Civilization has devoured my fears I no longer fear beheadings on my breathing platter! It would have been fair if at least I would have had a hand in my own dignity Is smiling mandatory? To increase my card’s privileges with my uniform and hair dye!? Me whose lines are unclear in this revolt for selfhood in a bourgeois scheme I have no color in! In a free European country A naked gene tans under the sun, like everyone else It’s hard to know how far humanity here will take us! I don’t fear the sting of mosquitoes But if I leave my body whose uniform will I be? I take issue with my soul since it became a socialist on Resurrection day Paranoia . . . paranoia . . . Halleluja . . . Halleluja . . . I want my hands My glasses The dead borders of happiness! give me back my colors! I want my differences My bad luck, my birth certificate 28 I want the earth to drop dead! Headless, Civil Society is posing in its uniform for a black and white photograph! Translated by Niloufar Talebi ...

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