Single Bag Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Single bag

She wears hat
Same as Jews
Not black,
White
White
White

All her life in a bag
Copy of Wandered-Jew
She sits these on roadside
Duplicate of painting on the wall
Resembles ancestors stolen from home
For work, rape
Similar, Andeans driven to Apus
And me too,
I know of ancestors…

Let's forget "who, where, when"
All of us …French says: "sin-question."

She reaches for deep depths
Pulls something leaves it there
Then other, another, forms designs
Nor for sale…her shop is large window
Not indoors, not closed, whole roadside…

Same and same, and again
A loner, a homeless, a psycho
Her life is simplest…single bag
Her food and mattress and a cover…