Confession Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Confession

It is cold
It is cold and snow is a coat
It’s a coat on the roofs and the roads
It covers all the trees and the cars

I drive and feel warm
In distance I can see
It’s a she
She is bundled up I’m expert; recognized from her butt

I stop; feel guilty
Neither look nor I want. Lost feeling
She in cold, I in warmth and still…
What a shame!

Inside me there’s a crab
In liver, in my mind, stomach

And it hurts
And it hurts
And it hurts

And I see history in mirror
Piece of ice flew away from my car
And in air I became Frisbee

“Oh! Please God! ”
I said! Shout…

“No please…” I cried.
And I sighed with relief
When landed on the side of that car
Car behind

“How can I? ”
I ask me in the car, in the warmth
“Be happy when others are in pain…”