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A Return H KANDI TAYEBI A thirsty April night, shrouded in black chadors Carcasses slung across windows The call to prayer—God is everywhere. Watermelon juices cool my throat A tress of hair escapes, sliding softly above siren eyes. Googoosh floats through the hyacinths. Smoke ring halos encircle white bearded men “I sacrifice myself for you.” Bazaar owners offer up barters. Traffic tangles refuse the boundaries Taxis pressed five people deep Honks sound revolution through the smog. Remote controls snuggle in plastic sheaths. Family encloses miles of land. Farsi breathes into my lungs. Hungry vines devour red patterns on the rug Crisp, cleansing tiles paint an ornate sky I return to the land of contradictions. My blood runs through the soil. 312 KANDI TAYEBI ...

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