Girls - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Damn you my memory
when was the first fear of the chicks or the girls…?
I recall my first time looking at girls’ breasts; different
Not for milk…
She was young; great curves on her chest
small hills in desert under sun
sand-dunes hips with their tips jujube, hazelnut.
I fell and lost blood; then kicked out
memory is too old yet alive but last night’s;
The three followers of David, culture-wise,
all drunk; partly lost.
“Do you know the Rabbi named Rabi? ”
One girl asked; other two, no clue
I was the driver, city-home.
She went on
“Buried in New York, this dead is God on earth, miracles…”
Then went on, explained her father’s bankruptcy
“Daddy knows his shrine, asked for help, took an oath, back on feet
he is a devoted; a hard-line in his faith.”
Nothing is without pain
troubles poured like rain…
the kids went astray,
one cares-less for the faith; other one open gay,
and he wants a wedding; for dad shame.
Girls conversed of their homes and their lives
silently I feared, I’m afraid…
the poorer girl is engaged; cannot par
“No invite…” she meant to her wedding
I heard them as kettle
girls compete to spend, poor cannot…
Taking them was much fun, at same time
stories were hurtful and bitter
this is life.
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