Image © Maya Bornstein 2019
| by Simon Perchik | July 2, 2019 |
You read out loud the way this bed
listens for the makeshift seam
loosening each night down the middle
and though there is no sun
you peel off page after page
as if underneath what you hear
are her eyes closing –word by word
louder and louder –you think it’s air
that’s falling –everything in your hands
is too heavy, becomes a shadow, covers her
with a single finger pointed at the ceiling light
what’s no where on the pillow or closer.
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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 Gibson Poems published by Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2019. 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 please follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSK774rtfx8
Maya Bornstein was a shy bookworm child and it shows. She now spends her time writing, editing, clumsily making art, and buying too many books about American military interventionism. View her work at mayabornstein.com.