s./j. goldner - Worlds Apart

Stare stone-faced,
absorb the anger.

Consume the hatred—
let it morph inside you

and develop into love.
The beauty is the cure

for his incipient wretchedness.
The air, saturated with sex.

I live the life
of a thousand descendants

from my mother.
In the wake of the city lights:

her face gathered in her father's.
The thundering fury, the fluorescent stars—

Pop! How many lives will she live
by the time she's twenty-five.

3 lovers in 3 days:
stress, adequately misplaced.

s./j. goldner

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