Separate Let Us Be. Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Separate let us be.

Heard him sing "Pen in hand"
Then single, like today
I cried deep inside
"Can it be? "

Now things are different
Through it I have gone; am expert
But still think of it and cry and cry and cry:
"Can it be? "

Hey Bobby Goldsborough
I rose pen to enforce.

Once again
Same in mind
Hold the forms; Sign
All the forms of divorce
Not of wife, not of job, work
But the Goddamn city and its life.

Want divorce
Want divorce
Want divorce

Want desert or mountain or a cave
Or seaside or island on ocean
On waves or straws
Move around.

Separate let us be.