Tired Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tired

Am tired of my eyes;
-and ears and my mind.

Together they unite, become one
-long as is a snake, suffocating prey!

The eyes see the noodles, stripes
-around necks, on shoulders,
-and observe the snaps
-of fashions of bras…

See on sides the curves, bumps
-and wrinkles, ugliness of
-flesh squeezed, hilly, bulged…

Without words is buried inside me
-a question for women: "Tell me why? "

Devil are the ears that hear skin's shout:
- "It is hot and painful in this sun! "

I try to ignore what observe,
-find it hard and cannot.

So, am left with my "Why? "

Why bra?
Why styles?

What was like when there was no bra?

What about suits and pants, underwear?

Feel tired of my eyes;
-and ears and my mind.

Crazy?
Curious?
Attention?

Whatever…am tired…