* (No, it’s about the sun and a sore)

Simon Perchick

*
No, it’s about the sun and a sore
that opens :every morning
is already swollen, weak, clouded over
 
wobbling from some near-by breeze
reaching down as the hillside
where her shadow should be
 
though there’s no grass either
only this bed spreading out
the way smoke rises night after night
 
as the still warm night
that festers in these sheets
can’t wait any longer.
 

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 Rosenblum Poems published by Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2020. 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

 

Backstory: The poem was inspired by one of the photographs published in Reflections in a Glass Eye. (The International Center for Photography).

 

Image credit: Práces energií Absolutna (Czech) Working with Absolute energy (Petr Chobot)

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