Czech Poem by Atef Ayadi

Czech



she said she is
a Czech
i do not know where Czech Republic is and
how it looks like.


i told her
i will check
write a check
check an go
or check and go later.

it turned out
she has french
grandmother - who still live in France, she does not know when she will die, but she is sure she will get the apartment whenever god scratch his chin and decide to take the lonely grandmother-

she works sixteen hours a day,
friday,
saturday,
and sunday
in a Czech Republic sport bar
-it is decorated to house only people who watch sport on dishnet tube tv-
she is in school,
she love languages and she wants to be recognized for her skills - she has no work permit, no papers, no man, and no time for herself-

I told her why you need papers
you have a job.

i have papers,
i am american,

but sorry!

no job
yet
in the sky.

niente
no, che cosa così mai!

non, absolument pas!
Jamais promis!


pas de bouleau!

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