Legs - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
A no name she remained and remains
In my mind
I met her in recent motions and new job.
Passenger, the woman of mid-age,
Many thoughts boiled in her,
They focused like laser: “I found him.”
Cold outside and people were wrapped up
Bundled up head to toe, head scarf
Mid jacket, feet booted; but not legs…
“Didn’t work, ” she told me.
Young ladies with shaved legs
Exposing the ankle, leg and thy, rushed from bar to bar.
With the raised eyebrows
Half-finished when talking
of failed date, not working,
closed eyes; I drove to her house;
Then came in young women
Talked and laughed in midnight.
One, to me:
“Do you know how cold feels? ”
She meant say: “to ladies.”
Got no time to answer
One played politics: “they regains soberness.”
I knew what they meant, though silent:
“Legs freeze along with what is there between them...”
“Then why wear short skirts, sticking, very tight? ”
This question freezes in the mouth.
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