Natasha Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Natasha



Petit
Blonde (Hair painted)
Blue eyed (Wears lenses)
Smiling (The only real thing; winding teeth indicate her past life.)

I know her.
For some years-
She has been in this bank.
(Hardworking; well behaved, she knows me.)

My smile
(Just a fake; for her sake)
I try not shout
“My check bounced.”

Penalty
Short in fund…

“That is wrong…”
My eyes talk.
Silence shouts.

I had talked with Leila
And her boss
The money is taken by some cons

Insurance; I stopped
Direct and
Through bank and others

They sneaked.
Used tricks,
My account is messed up.

What a world
Just money
No morals

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