This Fire I Have Touched Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This fire I have touched!


Bath is possibly
The best revealer; the best discover
Archimedes ran out of the tub:
"Discovered, discovered! "

I thought of her in the shower
Searching a title naked, undressed
A poet, she writes, indirectly of her bed.

Changed and went my way
To my childhood in the bath
Uncle Reza had my head shaved.

In village, then we had public baths
Larger and smaller; miss them a lot.

Shaving was to fight the mass of lice
Sister sick, mother had gone to town
Living with the animals; lice was normal…

This fire I have touched!

This is why of the poor I write
I know…have always been one
Even when living in a penthouse.

This fire touches me inside out!
My duty is to write, write serial
From the Yankee "revisiting Iran"
To the fire set to my lousy clothes.

Married to Iranian, chubby, she judged
"Meatball" was addressed to her
Angry she departed Iran
As did Betty Mahmoodi
But the two are a world apart
Honest the prior; Betty turned to pawn.

I must write;
Not like my female colleague
Of the genitals in the name of her heart.