he used to beckon
bia moohet mibinamet
come let me look at your hair
I confuse
the word moo for hair
with moon the word mah
come let me look at your moon
hair a natural satellite
his hands a gentle orbit
my head cratered
with its own skin
I’ve lost my moon
the hair is full tonight
he used to drag
her by her
hair the only image
I have of his violence
hair is pulled to the earth
Mistranslation
Aria Curtis
Aria Curtis is an Iranian-American writer from Atlanta. She holds an MFA from Arizona State University and is the recipient of fellowships from the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing as well as a 2021 Georgia Review Southern Post-Colonial Emerging Writer Fellowship. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Hayden’s Ferry Review, the Offing, the Georgia Review, and elsewhere.