Poem: A glass bottle of diet coke please

If you were in Afghanistan you would've been married,

this fact sounds like a threat.

A simple life yes

of goats and sheep

Milk and eggs

My husband addicted to opium,

beats me when I look in his eye

Yes, a farm life

trips down to the well where I cover my black eye with my chadar

Here I drink and take my chances

dance with boys, my torso warm

arms, wings that fly.

In the land of the free, the holy land of water.

Panting Allah’s name

and gasping at his male creation.