Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, 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, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website.
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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