Goldie Negelev

the children now admit that they are violent
the war evolves, in a neat suit, overconfident
price-tag caught between its teeth
we will be fine I love hell.
In the morning I collect beer cans from the basement
you were probably once an angel
but you’ve grown
now you want what you want.
Outside, the sun is so bright
it feels like ice
and the newspaper is eating itself into the size of a hole
I cry for a moment then apologize to a stranger who
says something quickly and enjoys it

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Goldie Negelev is a poet living in Oakland. Her work has been published in Powder Keg Magazine, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Poor Claudia, and other journals.

Berkeley Poetry Review

Issue 48

Berkeley, California

University of California, Berkeley

Editors-in-Chief: Noah Barney, Scout Katherine Turkel

Berkeley Poetry Review (BPR) is a journal published annually at the University of California, Berkeley. Founded in 1974, it has featured the work of new as well as established poets and writers, including Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Yusef Komunyakaa, Brenda Hillman, Czesław Miłosz, Cole Swensen, Robert Hass, Ishmael Reed, CAConrad, Hoa Nguyen, and Thom Gunn.

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