Athena Farrokhzad | White Blight

    My family arrived here in a Marxist tradition   My mother immediately filled the house with Santa knick-knacks Weighed the pros and cons of the plastic Christmas tree as if the problem were hers   During the day she distinguished between long and short vowels as if the sounds that came out of her mouth could wash the olive oil from her skin   My mother let bleach run through her syntax On the other side of punctuation her syllables became whiter than a winter in Norrland   My mother built us a future consisting of quantity of…

Athena Farrokhzad | A Letter to Europe

    A Letter to Europe   Europe, I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. Europe, 260 Euro and 76 cents January, 2018. I can’t stand my own mind. Europe, when will you end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your Christ complex. I don’t feel good, don’t bother me. I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind. Europe, when will you retire? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your millions of guest workers? Europe, why are your libraries…