Yash Seyedbagheri: a poem



A Game


Mama runs to the bus-stop. She tells me to pretend she's dead.

It's a game, she says, feet clickety-clacking like a train.

Not like Dad's feet, big like gunshots.

You can't tell Dad, she says. He's a monster. That's why I have to pretend.

She promises she'll save me. When she can.

Trust me, she says, kissing me. She disappears.

I hope it's soon. I have hidden bruises.

Everyone gets hurt fighting monsters.

It's part of the game.



Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University's MFA program. His stories, "Soon", "How To Be A Good Episcopalian" and "Tales From A Communion Line" were nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Yash’s work has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine and Ariel Chart, among others.