Do They Know? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Do they know?

1-
Does she know I am a camera on auto?

Her hair is gathered forming tomato.
Her shades are black and skin is brown.
The lines on her neck, like snake or worm.
Worriedly she looks, into nowhere-ness
The lines near her eyes move and tremble.
Then around her mouth, cheeks.

Suddenly she yawns.

Unlike past manners, her mouth gets lion’s size.


2-
Does he know I am a camera on auto?

Converted white car, neither a van nor a truck.
Something of its kind with doors on each side.
On top sits ladder, folded, casket-like.

Bony is his face, acting illegal.
Reading his texts, with one he is shocked.
On sides of his car, sign says: ‘City Pest’.
He must be from India, Pakistan, a brown.

3-
Who is who here?
What is the magic?
Why to immigrate?
For the dirty works?