s./j. goldner - Scene, the

When I lay slapped against my pillow
I can feel the hands running over me
like footsteps in a dorm room corridor;

“Come back when you start having sex.”

white fishnet toes concealed
in black Mary Jane’s
pellucid skirt
and
blouse.

they call it The Hill because all they do is mount.

s./j. goldner

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