by Benjamin Nardolilli
Approaching you, Manhattan,
Those buildings were real towers,
Pillars, where at night, certain heroes
Were burned alive in their tailored suits.
Perhaps it is the daylight,
Perhaps the rules of the mirror,
But now looking at your growths
Makes me think of unwashed hairs.
From Rock to Rock
Doesn’t matter the origins,
A convenient change of the heart
Is a change that can do
The two of you some good,
No picking up or complaining.
After that, the acceptance,
There will be half a promised land,
The best I can promise you,
What you give up completes
The rest of the territory.
We Have a Song
You have found yourself
In this wintertime, now golden,
You have grown to fit each dress,
And your friends smile and laugh
All of you lost in the same breath and cloud,
And I have awakened
In this time to find ashes
Gathered like snow
The air of my room is cold
And still tight over me, easily ripped
With each breath I take,
Even though I breathe alone.
Ben Nardolilli is a twenty six year old writer currently living in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Fogged Clarity, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Super Arrow, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. Recently, a chapbook of his Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, was published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.