Simon Perchik
[ITS SHADOW IS HELPLESS HERE]
Its shadow is helpless here
festering the way your fingers
lean over the watermarks
not yet covered with paper
though left in the open
this wall could heal, the butterflies
gently circling down
and under the painted leaves
the empty branches and wings
—you thin this paste
as if one arm works the other
till what you turn in
unfolds toward painful corners
and days without a sea
making room for you.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The B Poems published by Poets Wear Prada (2016). For more information, including free e-books and his essay, “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities,” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com. Read more poetry by Simon in Cleaver’s Issue 14.
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