Forgot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Forgot

Kettle was boiling hot
I picked it to fill up
But forgot
Poured water in blue
Plastic container
It shrunk
It became a plate, water
Homeless now the spoon!

So I laughed:
"Write last night's…"
Meant dreams!

"On" remains radio
In my place
Light and dark
Sun or rain
Round the clock…

Of the work
Body pains…

My sleep matches with
Drinking water, bird
A sip and lifts its head
Then again…

So dreams come in piece.

Most of them I forget
But two of the last night's…

Visited children
Bita had just-born-son
Named Michael, Mike for short
Hugged them all and kissed them
Even sons, both Puya and Nima.

In next one Wyeth called
Or told me:
"Apply to TV Pro, they have job."