Russian Chicks Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Russian Chicks



Russian chicks


Andrei Kozoderov, the son of a goat-man
Has taught me quite a lot
Even of Russian chicks
“When too young they walk far
Like deer turn around with those eyes
Wavy wet, break hearts.”
He went on:
“Miles shrink in distance
Less and less
To steps, ”
My ears receivers and my eyes telescopes,
“Then to bed… her own bed …”
And told me of sister
“I was kid…pupil…jumped school…stayed home.
I heard door
Naughty boy, I hid me…”
Anxiously looked at me, in my eyes for question
I, silent, attentive; he cracked
“Under bed…my mom’s bed
Someone came…then other
My sister and lover …
They kissed first…
Their clothes all around
Then they jumped on the bed
Me under
Underneath like martyr
They smashed all my bones
Me?
Silent…as sinner, ”
I miss him and our time in Tehran
At the ports, when kidnapped
Trawlers
Our swim
My swim to escape
And much more till Dubai and Cyprus
I miss him. She, my wife had named him:
“Yoghurt-White”.

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