stephen j. golds
three poems
Fear
Watching the rise and fall
of my daughters sleep,
I worry like all parents do.
I worry for their health and happiness,
for their futures and their hearts but
my biggest fear is that
they’ll grow up to be like
their father.
Full Disclosure
Take these paper napkin sentiments,
wipe your mouth.
I’ve always been
a piece of shit,
wielding my love like
some bloody machete.
No one gets out of here
Unscathed. I’m sorry,
I have to live in this place.
Couch
It’s empty there now.
With the volume turned low,
we were the most intimate many times.
But it’s empty there now,
just somewhere I sit to watch the television screen
making shapes of things that blur
& we are strangers who hardly think of one other.
3 February, 2021