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Pulling this bowl to your lips


02.08.19 Posted in today's words by

Simon Perchik’s most recent poem to appear here was “Not yet feathers through you” (January 2018).

Pulling this bowl to your lips
as if traction was needed
though it must know by now

why you dig with the same whisper
that once beat back the wind
and the sky changing direction

—you lift with what became
the moon, still crawling in its cage
one end to the other, that no longer

struts in the open, is terrified by air
wants to cool and in your throat
crumbles from exhaustion and splashing

—you make a spray so this spoon
will empty in your arms overflowing
as grass and so many fingers.



One Response to “Pulling this bowl to your lips”

  1. Sandy Soli says:

    How gorgeous this is! Best poem I have read in weeks!

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