Miscarriage Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Miscarriage

If death is as good as I felt it yesterday
-when I was somehow and, in a way
-drawn to small bed where I lied
-for hour…

Eyes closed
-and ears…

Silence ruled everything, everywhere
-the sound of radio that was on
-was silenced
-no car ran…no plane…
-all the "Is" was nothing
-but "Is not! "
-not a thing visible or was heard
-and if was, not for me
-neither for my ears nor my eyes
-no worries of Trump-Korea
-no thought of "Street", its name "Wall"
-its Journal
-or landlord
-mechanic or fuel
-or the bank interest on the cards
- (the power to purchase with chip and plastic)
-Canada, world around
-to Iran

Simply vacuum…
Empty
Just grace of silence.

That peace and heavenly time, moment
-came to me when I read
-the worries of poet
-Dorothea Lasky, poem on "The Miscarriage"

She must be crazy to feel sad for her womb
- "No baby"
-let it be as it is
-let it be, let it be, let it be
-vacuum is harmless, crime-less.