Last Chocolate Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Last chocolate

Long is passed from time that I laughed:
'I saw her chocolate, ' meant her areola.

Now broke and in need, student
Thinking of expense and documents
I swim among the failing mass; film-makers…

I am so different.
Have one more chocolate
Can't afford any-more, no further
I eat it camel-like in desert and a hay
With it have dreams, we make love…
Treat it as camel's cotton seed.

I can write of the poor, poverty
I can write of terror, upcoming
I can write of the pain of guilty
I can feel, empathize with filthy

They are all fruits of one tree
Joblessness, no income, no money...