Out [a poem]
Earlier this month, I spent 24 hours in a solidarity fast with the 2 hikers currently detained in Iran. I locked myself in my spare bedroom in a small attempt to feel what it would be like for them.
During the fast, I was finally able to write a poem that had been rattling around my head for at least a year. (The sketch is a mask that is hanging on the wall of the room).
To read the poem, you start at the left side of the lips, and continue in a circular pattern, wrapping around the head.