with bouncing steps and smell of wild
half ogre, half angel, fully androgynous
pulls her lengthy hair
resurfaces as a white man
makes me feel confused
I hand him my possession
as I come to with a start
I run through the cool of late afternoon
around the bend pirouettes my trickster
her black shadow upon the fading day
2007
she walks on the streets cornered
by tickle for trembling rapture
halts in the middle of a side show
dressed in psychedelic red and blue
baggy suit with big buttons
she laughs like a hyena
flips into the air
shape-shifts into a mockingbird
(for a fraction of time)
and explodes in mid-song
stops me and asks for direction
wants me to hold his newspaper
then repeats my response wrong
susceptible to suggestion
then asks for my clutch purse
in a disarming voice
seconds of silence on my face
yelling, aghast at the ruse
he tosses my purse to a Native bum
down the road and walks off
chasing the hobo for my riches
cars stop, drivers watch the scene
as the purse turns into powder in his grip
before a shelter for the homeless
right beside a Starbucks café
now a stilt-walking dwarf with wings
pacing backwards, in a T-shirt that reads
“Did you bend a rule this morning?”
she throws confetti and dice (not rice)
at green mortals with linear logic
her rolling mess of laughter in twilight.
, Azadeh Azad
