In Her Palm Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In her palm

Seeing cats and the dogs
Chewing on vegetables
Took me far into time.

Horizontal, wide open,
She levelled her rough palm
Inside it she kept white powder.
She told me "Open wide, "
An order with kindness
I took the full content
In my mouth, intestines
In that way we fought worms
They lost fight.

Ever since I know that
She has been best doctor,
I learned of powder far later.

She knew the dosage
Of the mushroom; poisonous
She chose; picked, grounded.

To me the clinics and doctors
Medicines, pharmacies
Are all but some nonsense.

They are shops as if banks
The money is yours and
I pay banks interest.

True, best is nature
Part of it in mother
But cement, concrete
Deafened us, blinded.