Arian Ganjavi: ‘my casio watch’
my casio watch
gold wrapping stretches over the
cold steel but leaves
the flip side bare
like the silver belly of fish.
the strap runs like
ripples in calm ocean,
when water is gilded with sun
and you feel good.
forty-five degree slants slice
the watch face left and right
mimicking bars of gold.
this weighs heavy on your wrist
like a lover’s warm hand
saying “you’re OK”, and
you realise she’s right and
kiss her.
Arian Ganjavi
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