Poetry by Danie Shokoohi
In Houses, I Burn
In your silence, I echo.
A stratum of mitosis, I
unfold the dandelion chains I hung
on a lion’s teeth.
This forgetting the forgetting
of forgotten roadkill,
shining tire tracks on iced
roads, this has been my third dream
since you’ve spoken to me. This dream of
a building burning, so
I throw open every door.
This breaking of tree branch swings,
childhood tire chains,
rusting blood on grass,
fill my mouth with flowers and
for you, I will vase.
Fill my mouth with flowers and
this sawed dollhouse engineered
of music from the hanged man’s gallow.
Do not hang up on me. I
love you.
This swing-snap
this gently rolling shale pile,
the guttings of a newborn antelope,
this coughing smoke in a dark
room without eyes––
in this dream of a house
burning, I run through
every room to find you, and
in the doorway, you tip
your head and laugh.
In your silence, I echo.
A stratum of mitosis, I
unfold the dandelion chains I hung
on a lion’s teeth.
This forgetting the forgetting
of forgotten roadkill,
shining tire tracks on iced
roads, this has been my third dream
since you’ve spoken to me. This dream of
a building burning, so
I throw open every door.
This breaking of tree branch swings,
childhood tire chains,
rusting blood on grass,
fill my mouth with flowers and
for you, I will vase.
Fill my mouth with flowers and
this sawed dollhouse engineered
of music from the hanged man’s gallow.
Do not hang up on me. I
love you.
This swing-snap
this gently rolling shale pile,
the guttings of a newborn antelope,
this coughing smoke in a dark
room without eyes––
in this dream of a house
burning, I run through
every room to find you, and
in the doorway, you tip
your head and laugh.
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Danie Shokoohi is a 23 year old Boston-based writer with a BA in political science from the University of Iowa. Her fiction, poetry, and non-fiction have been previously published in Ink Lit Mag, The Clash (formerly known as That Lit Zine), Plain China Press, and Glass: A Journal of Poetry. She currently works as a prose reader for The Blueshift Journal and as the writing editor of Half Mystic Press, where she publishes monthly articles on how music intersects with things such as lake mermaids, Iranian activism, and curmudgeonly spaniels.
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