Morsure Ii Poem by S.J. Goldner

- I wanted to feel the youth on my fingertips.
- 'and what did it feel like? '
- Papery.

Like a pale blue program for Romeo & Juliet
Like—a sorry—fetching fairy—tale;

Holly leaves hung low against a snow-encased
backdrop. The wait for the train arrival
was painstaking in stockings and toed boots.
bunching up around my middle,

Fashion is supposedly uncomfortable
if it is fashion; found loopholes are in the fabrics.
how you implement the outfit predicts how it will feel,

sitting
standing, flying!
riding, walking,
strutting.

My predictions this morning were way off.
Fake
Rabbit fur coat & purse,
On our way to 52nd Street.

Find my staple. Find my staple in a world of strangers—
Acrobatic masked performers.
Flopped—and flipped like circus—toys—
Acrobatic cheerleaders—pomparading
In masked—excursion—proclaiming: How Divine!

I take one look at Tom, who's looking at Bradley
who's watching Miriam swig from her left pocket.
Whiskey-plied voices mellifluously carry across the naked
ornamental crowd of the trax café.