Sunshine in the Closet

They’ve come!

Glasses
               flee down the hatch
Girls
               into the tiny flowers of their scarves
The rest
               let the half-eaten apple go free
                         out the window, lost
                                     tossed from the porch

They become little stars and screech at the night

Sunshine
in the closet
who never danced
whispers to me:
I’m not coming out again
        

<em>Translation copyright 2010 by Zara Houshmand. All rights reserved.</em>