KHASHAYAR ‘KESS’ MOHAMMADI

Rhubarb Pie                                

                                  i'm im-
mune to the matter that
sits between us. the song
unpearls me like hearing
roommates having sex
nextdoor. it would've
been different if it had
been different. i earned
a self inwards. halfway between
chemistry and rhubarb. Care
does nothing all day but
wait sometimes. writing
admits it knows nothing.
everyone knows desire
except Freud. he just sits on
an incline and calls obsession
home.