I Curse Her Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I curse her

I curse her
Though love her…

I curse her
Though need her…

I curse her
Though is dead…

She was my professor
And for that I curse her!

She told us:
"As poets and writers
Carry pads and take notes."

I did so, now my house
Is filled with paper cuts
And therefore, I curse her!

Since finding Mo again
Have had lots of changes.

Possibly brainwashed…

Think, I may move, depart
Can't carry all these junks.

Near the mountain tops
Where plan to land on
I will be limited…

Take papers and files
With the notes scattered,
Out of time to read each
Roll and tear, throw them…

Aware that most contents
Will be found valuable,
If looked at once again
Close eyes and curse her.