Here is the truth of the matter:
in the morning I will say
I am tired of this life.
You wake for the day – 7 am –
and I already feel empty.
It has been another
I fantasize about working,
a relief to the pattern of our days:
feed, play, nap – never easily and never
for as long as you need.
You’re tired, you fuss, and I track
the minute hand as it crawls
around the clock.
Sometimes the days are so long I could scream.
We escape, walk along the beach.
My love for you is the ocean
but I’m stuck in a low tide.
Parivash is an Iranian-American writer who adores poets like Rumi, Audre Lorde and Nayyirah Waheed. Parivash’s writing explores the themes of belonging - both personal and political - and can be found on her personal blog - Two Halves of One. When not writing, Parivash enjoys tinkering with math puzzles and teaching empowerment classes to women.