And Mistake Once Again Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

And mistake once again

I offered tangerine
Opened mouth
As if "see! "

Wide-open was desert
toothless gum, sandy hills
she spoke; not Chinese
much as could, English.

"My husband…" she told me
out of sight he has been
I was sure, "dead indeed."

Once again I was wrong
"…he is sick and is in…"
She said and "I'm alone."

Heard her say something like
"he is kept … in…care…"
on her face loads of pain.

"So breathes; takes in air
and exhales…is alive"
in mind and, line of thoughts.

I wondered which was worse
her husband in death-line
her pain, or, my mistake.