Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Accident

As it was, it is hard.
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She is everywhere

I saw her
It was her but not her
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Dried dead

Lie on the floor with their backs curved
-in sky their legs but not rub the bellies
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She must go

At the door sits a bitch
-tailless, in misery
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One does not equal one

Busy is the teacher in chalk-dust
-is walking left and right
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I wonder

I wonder what would happen if
-I could peel me as they peel
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We had sheep

Vividly I recall
-our sheep's wool
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To my Indigenous family

My great brothers and sisters
-my cousins, aunts, uncles
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Come up

Her name was
-Gol Ghoncheh
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Myths

Somehow I
-don't know why
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