Sweet Poem Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sweet poem

From five, maybe six
-I forced me to sleep
-till it was around eight

Childhood time, we played
-a cousin reciting my poem

The one I had written on a cake
-meant it to take message
-do magic; chemistry,
-inside her
-swollen he belly,

Therefore that,
-to me long forgotten
-was alive for others
-wasn't dead…

Rolled in bed,
-heard two men
-anchor of radio
-with a guest
-a poet

"Can be kind to recite a poem? "

All had been a dream
-in a forceful sleep