[So you let the water boil], Simon Perchik

Drawing 2, Duncan Moon

 

 

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So you let the water boil
as if you were not yet born
and already breathing it
can barely make out the bubbles
burdened by sunlight
the way some ancient sea
struggles inside, hangs on to bells
it’s a battered pot, beaten
and the dead who still ask why reefs
are needed now that your throat
is so heavy from cup after cup
and the few tears left over
for a single heart that would become
yours, is floating toward you
emptied for shade and piece by piece.

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Simon Perchik

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