Shakiba Hashemi

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There is nothing you can say that would change my mind,”

my neighbor’s son yelled from the 21st floor balcony

of our apartment building. He had come back from war

not too long ago, with one less leg and seven extra scars.

He had not slept in months. He couldn’t close his eyes

without seeing the face of his last kill drenched in blood.

His ears rang often, like the whistles of the desert breeze,

and his hands shook like a conductor without a stick.

He had seen too much and had taken so many lives.

I remembered him as he was before he went to war,

before innocence flew out of his eyes.

 

 

“There is nothing you can say that would change my mind,”

he yelled. A small crowd gathered around the building.

The crescendo of sirens palpitated his heart. Flashbacks

of unwanted memories marched through his mind:

grenade, broken bones, fire, bullet holes, dynamite.

His mom and sister wailed and his dad

begged him to stop. A thick marine layer covered the sky

and camouflaged the sun. Rain drizzled on his forehead

and seeped into his eyes. He jumped with his arms stretched out

like an umbrella, cutting through the clouds. 

Shakiba Hashemi is an Iranian-American poet, painter and teacher living in Southern California. She is a bilingual poet, and writes in English and Farsi. She holds a BFA in Drawing and Painting from Laguna College of Art and Design. Her work is forthcoming or has appeared in Atlanta Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, I-70 Review, Ibbetson Street Magazine, The Indianapolis Review, Cream City Review, The Summerset Review, Roanoke Review, Third Wednesday, Amethyst Review and Collateral. Her poem "The Call to Prayer" is forthcoming in the anthology Without a Doubt from the New York Quarterly, and her artwork is the cover of the anthology... Full Profile