Leonardo Alishan: Anahit as Armenia

Papa broke the bread in
half. The aroma. I remembered
you. A bone, somewhere in me,
broke. Hungry, I kissed mama
good-night and left. All night
I tossed in my sleep, dreaming
of your scent, of mama's hair.
I have never known you Anahit,
but I know your perfume well.


Copyright Leonardo Alishan.
From the volume Dancing Barefoot On Broken Glass, Ashod Press, New York, 1991.