Thus in the Limit 3

by Jon Wilkins

Just like you, she came here overflowing
with a need to feel superior, an age old

rage holds her heart gentle but joyless,
resentful, like holding the hair of the girl

hurling in the dorm toilet.  Still beautiful
still never going to fuck you.  One day she

may see you again, and generations later
erupt like a pimple on a weedy chlapec,

slapstick now, from far away, but the boy
is a killer, has no nation, no hesitation