Beset, Reset - Poem by s./j. goldner
And listen to Antony & the Johnsons while sunning,
I reach down and slide my pants beneath the curve of my bum
and let the warm light spread over the small roundness—
Isn't it funny how a woman's thoughts are
by time, place, setting.
For instance two seconds ago,
I was chained to the horror of my room
and the finiteness of my keyboard—
the intoxication of the computer screen—
the darkness where sadness blends love with anger
every second of every day
and the echoing memories
of the attic beside me that scream
of ten childhoods lost.
And now I'm outside in the tall grass with nothing but nature.
And I feel infinite.
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