Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Detroit

I open the computer
It smiles at me with
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Her salt

Like two lines of bitumen
Black, thin and separated
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Smoke

Here, there, round the world
(Everywhere)
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AK47

Much is said of the gun, gunpowder
Of murder.
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Killing the cat

Times
Cultures
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Grapefruit


Time, Chantelle, is bridge.
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Belleville

It is halved
But still shines bright
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Cigarette

She drives a white car
Expensive her RV, a B.M.
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School

School kids laughed, clapped:
“I know my body parts,
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Trinidad

The Russians fought Japan
Gulags home, to Captives.
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