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