Kamand Kojouri

“I left the bank,
for they wouldn’t deposit
my cheque of poems.
I went to the store,
but they declined
my currency of words.
I boxed all my stories
and gave them to charity,
yet they refused my gift
and asked me to give blood
instead.
I opened my books
and made them look:
What do you think
I wrote these in?‘”

Kamand Kojouri