By Anahita Ebrahimi
Bag is in the river
But I‘m waiting at the bank
And tonight, as you hold him
I‘m picking the ticks out
And combing through the shrubbery
Hush hush pussycat
I was watching you last week
Wicked grin and steady hands
Your sins in a satchel
Placed in the back seat
But now with me
I cradle them
Close
But not too
Comfortable
As their send-off is nearing
