walk the distance every day
while the blank pages of Hollywood fill with
the meaningless chatter of fictional delinquents.
And we, we
have nothing to say,
minds now devoid of philosophy,
hearts emptied by the running course
of perpetual love…
So we beat on:
balancing the boat at each of its ends
with the weight of our two bodies, struggling
against the current.
You keep bringing others aboard,
weighing down at your end, and I am left
fighting to keep us afloat:
I want to reach you but can’t.
Stuck at the point of tension,
the position of equilibrium and harmony,
yet inwardly disturbed,
I am only to look
Even though I want
to sleep forever, I can’t close my eyes, not ever,
for I am
the vigilant one, the servant of the fateful gondola.
I thought I can bear anything,
anything but the hurtful sights that,
when I glance unnoticed at your end,
snapshots of jealousy.
I can endure it all. I still do
to this day.
But in calm seas now
we stand and look across and look away
and look at each other
This I cannot withstand.
Antonia Wolf is a young writer and blogger (www.wolfwrites.com) from Bulgaria, currently living and studying in New York. She aspires to be recognized as a poet and playwright with an affinity for reinventing classical themes in a modern context. Previous work was published in Peaking Cat Poetry, The Fountain, and College Life (at the American College of Sofia).
My father sexually abused me.
When I got married,
I hyphenated my name.
No one questioned it at the time.
But in the middle of my parents’ late divorce,
everyone wants to know about names.
i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,
it happened before words came
to tell me how to feel about it
newly connected neurons torn apart
forever firing blanks into the microbiological air