by Simon Perchik

  1. One hand held out –you expect
  2. it to end pressed against a rain
  3. already mixed with turns
  1. and falling too far
  2. –what you will remember
  3. is how this road died down
  1. though you needed both hands
  2. when it counted
  3. the way these handlebars
  1. still reach for a quiet place
  2. and the sound your arms make
  3. when holding close –she
  1. would forget with you
  2. what’s ahead, sometimes
  3. dripping, sometimes she would lean
  1. as far as possible
  2. without touching your bones
  3. or make room.
Packingtown Review – Vol.7, Winter 2015/2016

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, free e-books, and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities,” please visit his website at simonperchik.com.

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