Mall Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mall

Like lentil in large pot
I am lost in bubbles
Up and down, to the sides
I surf on boiling waves.

Same could be with others…

For moment I left cell on table
Went to the Chinese restaurant
And returned…
Encountered standing, a woman.

I am warned: “blah…blah…”

In fact I, had hit salt and spice
Now am cooked, turned to meal
So is she, her grand and daughter
All of this, essence of, encounter.

This is what is cooking in the mall.

ENCOUNTER.