Her Job Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her job

Was not forced
-but did lot
-spitting
-watching what
-she did to be ready
-for my use…

Was not in my hometown
-Esfahan; in Iran

There I had seen as child
-men came and collected
-carried it on shoulders
-covered in elastic
-with stink

They took it to the farms
-wanted to ask her of
-'Where it ends? '
-but didn't!

Her truck said: 'Gee Weez'
-and 'Sewage' also 'Waste'
-why not call it: 'Garbage'?

All remained in my mind
-was in need and in rush
-and of course slow was
-the woman who did wash
-Toronto's toilet; kiosk!

Studied, looked at her
-her makeup and her face
-her body to her belt
-yes her hair was blonde

'Who are you, the owner? '
-meant to ask but did not
-were boiling questions and
-other needs; the prompts!
-so this is in her thought!