Popcorns Of Wonder Poem by Haleh Esmailian

Popcorns of Wonder
Here comes the last scene...
The final act of the theatrics of the so-called illusion of existence!
And my fingers have reached the bottom of
the empty pocket of the popcorns of wonder!
I look around quietly!
At the alienated audience,
who are the best-fitters of this drama.
Within their full packets of chips,
their hands,
tend to be accidentally meeting!
And, inevitable would be then,
going together to a cheap hotel room,
and mate...
With the purpose of fulfilling the intellectual joy of attending plays,
to its demanding end!

I pull
very slowly
my salty hand,
out of the empty pocket of the popcorns of wonder!
With a clumsy effort to avoid shackles of disturbing noises!
And...
The curtains are down!
The pairs are gone!
Licking my salty fingers,
I'm still wondering
all alone!
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