In Lobby Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In lobby

In lobby

In lobby, am waiting.

She comes. Talks and speaks.

Papyrus her skin; sits by me.

All over are tattoos in writings,
-shapes, figures and paintings.

Seems to be skin-bag,
-emptied and hanging! ! !
-with wrinkles, shallow, deep!

I ride on memories
-to observe mountainside
-in early spring;
-where tribes migrating.

Also, the older men
-coming to public bath
-after years behind bars;
-criminals wear tattoos
-to show that they have guts.