Pregnant Witch Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pregnant witch

Together, eyes, skin
Speak of the breeze.

I look at the sky
Study the clouds.

Have lost my internet
Possibly, COVID's shit
Or maybe the commerce
That now, takes advantage.

Coffee is in white mug
On it, "Miss Manitts" sign.

My book, phone, calendar
Are friends, on table.

I am in balcony
Too small and tiny,
I, always hated walls,
Yet, have on three sides.

Against the dividers and cutters,
Wish I could return to my village.

Heart and I want it all
From toes to skies.

But today, the latter
By no means, is better.

She has worn a dirty old cover
Making her like celibate women.

I am told: "It will rain…"
Pregnant is celibate woman.

Locked in and within walls
With news of terror of virus
To Hong Kong, the war games,
Feel betrayed by dirty politicians.