tries, almost fits its envelope
the way splinters already there
know exactly where your hand
was trying to reach - at the end
her name, all else is doubt
though once face down even you
will stare at the wood, half table
half crate leaving a place
- the letter will get used to you, stay
festering between your fingers
through no fault on their own.
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
Rosenblum Poems published by Cholla
Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2020. For more information including
free e-books and his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit
his website at www.simonperchik.com. To view one of his interviews: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSK774rtfx8
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