Poem of the Week, by Garous Abdolmalekian
Flags in general make me uneasy, especially now. Tromping around the streets of this little town, I see regular American flags, thin blue line flags, Q flags, skull flags, and other flags I can’t identify and don’t want to.
If I had to fly a flag I think I’d fly a potsticker flag. Hard to go wrong with potstickers.
Pattern, by Garous Abdolmalekian
Your dress waving in the wind.
is the only flag I love.
trans. Idra Novey and Ahmad Nadalizadeh (2020)
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