Verdad Magazine Volume 13
Fall 2012, Volume 13
Poetry by Simon Perchik
Its arms still around her, this dirt
clings between what's left behind
and the rain—its stones stare back
can't make out the fingers nearby
easily yours and with each handful
something that is not her forehead
just the over and over nearness
you pull closer and with your mouth
welcomes this dirt, covers it
the way any helpless wound is kept moist
and on her cheeks, something later
no longer remembers, barely dry.
BIO: Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The New Yorker and elsewhere. For more information, including his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” and a complete bibliography, please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com.