Mistress Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mistress

In the arms of the night
-calm, sort of colourless
-head for bed, hope is soft…
-as is the lake's water…

Aware that sleep is on itself
-feel scared and afraid…
-hear me talk, question:
-"What comes next? "

Think of our day trip, Hamilton
-did not use GPS
-drove far by mistake
-ended in Port Dover

Weary and angry muddy waves
-at lake's shore
-which was not what we thought
-Ontario, but Eerie
-wrote her name on the beach
-its pen, waves, whipping shore!

Lights are out but not all
-the washroom's cylinder
-makes movie on carpet
-radio's talk and sound
-are well-matched soundtrack
-Canada to Far East, to Ireland

Then maggots, meat on wall
-the kettle fully burned, no handle
-a new script in dream
-movie is ‘Film Noir'
-I am main character
-protagonist, antagonist, abandoned
-do not care for Nassy…as if dead

The soft calm arms of night
-heavenly, devilish, dangerous

Mean to leave this evil mistress