Me, You, Then Snow

By Khashayar Mohammadi

Longlisted for the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award, Me, You, Then Snow by Khashayar Mohammadi is a collection of poetry woven from dreams, memories and deep-seeded longing, a collection of poetry that ranges from ambiguously addressed love-letters, to ekphrastic poems for arthouse cinema, to pieces written near midnight when the day’s experiences rush back into view. Though working in diverse forms and styles, the poetry manifests as a profoundly unified desire to experience and communicate the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gordon Hill Press
• Release date: Mar 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9781774220160

Khashayar Mohammadi

Khashayar “Kess” Mohammadi (They/Them) is a queer, Iranian born, Toronto-based poet, writer and translator. They were shortlisted for the 2021 Austin Clarke Prize in poetry and are the winner of the Vallum Poetry Prize 2021 and author of Five poetry chapbooks. Their debut poetry collection, Me, You, Then Snow, came out with Gordon Hill Press in 2021. WJD is their second poetry book, was published by Gordon Hill Press in fall of 2022. They have a collaborative poetry book forthcoming from Palimpsest Press in fall 2023.

Book preview

Moes’ Skin

1.

Close your eyes. Picture your ego and draw.

A blue whale? A deep trail? Roots.

Lover’s kiss and mother’s bones

Fickle thoughts   reminiscent

Last oyster uncleft

Close your eyes. Picture my heart and draw.

A cave? Pebble-dashed. Roots.

Each pebble cast into encircling lakes.

Each ripple unfolds into you.

2.

A candle-lit buddha smiled at our cheap incense sticks. Lost in boredom, we spoke ill of the sunrise.

A tame moment of compassion morphed into a wolf pack in your eye. I stretched for your smile, but you balled up into a mountain. Reciting premeditated thoughts of comfort, I ran out of words.

My head cradled sunlight to its resting place. Did you ever have a face?

Erect I backed up into the woods

and your body gathered snow

Erect I danced waterfalls

and your spine sweat arctic winds

A candle-lit buddha smiled at our cheap incense sticks. Lost in boredom, we spoke ill of the sunrise.

A tame moment of compassion morphed into a whale song in your eye. We held hands at the lee, but the waves crushed us into diamonds. Reciting premeditated thoughts of comfort, we ran out of words.

Erect I danced the buddha

and your eyes bled Aurora Borealis

Erect I danced the Adhan

and you slept through forest fires.

A candle-lit buddha smiled at our cheap incense sticks. Lost in boredom, we spoke ill of the sunrise.

Your eye bled incarnations, drunk driving to stitched-up eternities. We sipped each other’s tongues in thirst, nose-kissing to epiphany. I peeled you off into a constellation and rode you to my true north.

A candlelit buddha smiled at my reflection. Lost in the boredom of arrival, I spoke ill of you.

3.

Crack of dawn

the morning breeze carries

the malaise of secret kisses.

Nightbus glances glide

past this heavy shell of I.

Roadside hesitation:

indigo fogs the irreversible.

What you know best becomes a house,

what you know least becomes a road.

Solace in a thought: my brain buttered to asphalt, the coward’s refuge.

4.

Pillow’s kiss past midnight’s stroke and doze down the fugue of highway tunes. Up up and away, past mall-lit windows displaying bootleg DVDs and Ciderhouse blues where hatred