Anahita Ebrahimi
It’s been two weeks &
Hitchhiking is routine
No Wolf Creek here –
Dusty snow-capped mountains
Silver Paykans with half rolled-down windows
Cigarettes dangling & tanned leather seats
Exhausted foam no longer bouncy
I’m one of four, crammed in the back
I’m khareji so my Farsi is funny
A fat-bellied cat sits shotgun
On the lap of a Haj Khanoom
Twirling her sandalwood prayer beads
Her soft hands are
Raw chicken skin
The intersection, Valy Asr
Barefoot & sun-kissed children
With bouquets of roses –
Pastel pink & celestial blue
Puckish eyes smiling
5 toman, 3 toman, 1 toman
Anahita is studying law and creative/professional writing at QUT and is Co-President of the QUT Literary Salon 2020 team. She enjoys almond croissants, coffee and psychological thrillers. You can find her poetry and creative non-fiction at Glass Magazine.