[You water her grave with words], Simon Perchik

Amy Casey, Ill Wind, 2018, Ink and Acrylic on Paper, 22″ X 30″



You water her grave with words
–they never dried, were written
at night, sure this stone

would rot inside the note
though you don’t fold your arms
–what spills has eddies, swells

shorelines reaching into the Earth
no longer certain –this stone
doesn’t recognize itself

is growing roots, sags
becomes a sea, the bottom
holds on, unable to stand

or come closer, cover her
without seeing your fingers
or what it’s like.

Simon Perchik

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