by Nassy Fesharaki
See her butt’s crack
(Highlighted with label of her pants)
See her red painted hair
(Black at its roots and is in need again)
See mass of girls and the boys in the hall.
(Walking down and in rush)
See her empty square golden ring hung of ear.
(Imprisoned portion of her hair’s curl)
See her biting on a pita sandwich in with greens.
(She’s biting hungrily; extreme)
See her face; from a side but more of her friend
(She is cold as if dead in the morgue)
See her friend; possibly of Volga or Golden-Ring
(When laughing her teeth are angular)
Hear sounds as if bees many and in smoke.
(Mosquitos at midnight when asleep)
Read, the poems off a book I’ve received.
(THE UNSAID PASSING says Train me to claw … arch my back.)
See time has passed very fast and without permission.