The Last Day of Chemotherapy
Majid Naficy
I am repulsed
When I slice
A bell pepper
And touch its butt
Full of seeds,
As if it is my own skin
Which becomes full of bumps
Small and big incessantly,
And every night in my sleep
I pick them
One by one.
Cancer! Cancer!
Today is the last day of chemotherapy
And I will throw you out
Like the butt of a bell pepper
Into the trash can.
November 4, 2025
آخرین روز شیمیدرمانی
مجید نفیسی
چندشم میشود
وقتی فلفل دلمهای را
قاچ میکنم
و دستم
به کونهی پرتخمهاش میخورد
انگار پوست خودم است
که هی از دانههای ریزودرشت
پر میشود
و من هرشب در خواب
آنها را دانهدانه میکَنم.
سرطان! سرطان!
امروز آخرین روز شیمیدرمانیست
و من ترا
چون کونهی فلفل دلمهای
به آشغالدانی خواهم انداخت.
چهارم نوامبر دوهزاروبیستوپنج
Beau:
Dear Majid,
I am sorry to hear this news of your health, but happy that this is the last of your chemo. The poem is unflinching in addressing its subject, but still has the steady beauty of all of your poems.
Stay strong my poet friend,
Beau
Maryam Raeesdana:
Dear Majid,
I hope and sure you will throw you out it like the butt of a bell pepper Into the trash can.
All the best