Undressed Her Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Undressed her

Bearded, the young man
-showed me the directions
-I listened, following I ended
-where she was with her friends
-head to tail, all of them, as bundles
-took my mind to the time in Bagram
-where I went to escape Taliban…
-and women were bundled in the bags

Beards of Russian Monks stuck out as her hair
-the beards that come in the books of Lev Tolstoy
-and also Feodor's Karamazov
-scattered Orthodox religion in that time
-not black, not blonde, not brown
-the colour of opium, but fresh and in sun…

Neither she nor friends had feet, shoes,
-instead a stick in their butts, cylinders…
-and I chose five of them…
-when at home:
-'So let me undress sweetheart…'
-started peeling off the covers from first
-for the rest time would come…

The hair was very soft, colourful
-like a girl's well-shampooed
-hung from head to midst
-looked great and I miss
-my childhood and Valle Grande

In village we had them pure white
-growing corn was not too common

I recall stories for before and after
-sowing seeds and harvest
-the main dish from corn was Kachi

In Andes the corn is too ancient
-since long past; say carvings
-it has been and remains
-the main dish and it comes in rainbows…