Stare stone-faced, <br />absorb the anger. <br /> <br />Consume the hatred— <br />let it morph inside you <br /> <br />and develop into love. <br />The beauty is the cure <br /> <br />for his incipient wretchedness. <br />The air, saturated with sex. <br /> <br />I live the life <br />of a thousand descendants <br /> <br />from my mother. <br />In the wake of the city lights: <br /> <br />her face gathered in her father's. <br />The thundering fury, the fluorescent stars— <br /> <br />Pop! How many lives will she live <br />by the time she's twenty-five. <br /> <br />3 lovers in 3 days: <br />stress, adequately misplaced.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worlds-apart-2/
