Tooth And Bread Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The clinic went bankrupt
There’s no more abortion
She’s remained pregnant

At her desk her head rests
You can hear her murmur
“I had no plan for a child.”

Friends come one by one
Each of them has own mind
“Why not go to that town? ”
Said first and gave address
Second came with mention
“My boyfriend can be help”
The third came, fourth also
“It will be fun; have a baby,
Live like I; the single mom.”

Uncombed hair like web net
Her face pale, eyebrows wild
Eyelids branch on them rain;
Looks like a bear in hibernate.

Well-dressed, faithful friend:
“God gives life so gives food”

She had heard an old saying:
“He who’s able to give us tooth
Is the provider; gives the bread”

Politely she withheld inside her
“You’re faithless; Lord punishes
You have replaced sex for faith”