The ultimate voyeur
remains unveiled yet pure:
I shall close my eyes
for retrograde passions and desires.
While the bodies divulge and degrade —
O, glorious age of sluts and delinquents! —
the sky moans with rising ecstasy,
and then the sinking breaths after the act,
scratch-scratch-scratching on my tired conscience —
forever bound to be the outsider,
my hands become yours —
but this distance makes me sad.
And when I finally strip my facade cloak,
I’ll tarnish myself with the shame that is you.
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).
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her church was music
and her gods dead rock stars
who she joined on an eternal tour
around the furthest reaches
of space and time,
I lied to my fourth therapist,
telling her all of my bogus
achievements while she jotted
them down on a pad in her lap,
hoping that she couldn't smell
the Schnapps on my breath
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I have gone astray,
in an esoteric phrase,
lying to the government
about a loaded gun
between my legs.
The gift of childhood is imagination. In Sarah Frances Moran's poem, "Still Alive and Well" love and forgiveness are found in a friendship that withstand the challenges of life.
"Inside my body rests this adventurer.
I know it was birthed by you. The way fresh air
fills your lungs and how a campfire and a cold beer
can be like heaven.
Riding bikes down bayou banks
and tiptoe walking across railroad bridges.
We are wanderers. Romantic gypsies just a little