Cool Cold Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cool cold

I snow in hand stand I am not snowman
Strawberry ears Barbie’s wigs marker nose
No, no, no,
I stand iced snow I have ball
Crystal is branch on the tree my mirror and nipple to suck on my fingers are small and are numb stubborn I’m still and stand
Gazes ask: What is wrong?
I’m alone am I drunk? Blue is Sky some cloud
Powerless is the sun though bright some stars I hear teary eyes haloed moon I’m drunk I’m falling snow too on the road icy snow ice shining tire’s black deep inside frozen
Bundled up are blondes
Drowned are blue eye
I love black all in all
From skin; to the eyes and the hair even heart
Australian black widow