The Carpets Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The carpets

That carpet, blue-white
Truly was great
History
I lost it to trust

Other too
‘Asymmetric'
Worth a lot

She complains.
I smile.
She tells me:
"I'm not shit."

That's ex-wife
That's the one
Who never
Never ever
Understands

Let me stop.
Makes me mad

Carpet was Great War
The Ayyub's with Richard
The Europe and Islam

The writing
Not Latin not Arab
Yerevan's

And she lost
She is dumb.

The latter
Asymmetric by mistake
Became art; valuable
She left it to the cat with claws


"I'm not shit"
She tells me
But she is
I was right

She is shit
She is shame
Makes me mad
I'm in pain
Going on I cannot

I left key with that shit
My home turned to a hell
I sure lost "My castle".
(It's no safe.)