Simon Perchik

Again one hand, side by side
clawing at your throat
–there’s an egg inside

that can't come out, sheltered
by the darkness boiling over
till it was time, in ruins

–what you swallow
is snow, a single pill
falling the way all fevers

are healed by moonlight
reaching into your mouth
as a stone not yet breathless

with room for her to sit on
close to the ground
helping and the corners.


Gerald So reads "Again one hand...":



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Simon confesses: "My inspiration comes when I confront two conflicting images or ideas and try to resolve them. The effort jumps all over the place so that at the end both the idea and the image that started the process are both discarded in place of a new and workable idea."


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 Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, including free ebooks and his essay, "Magic, Illusion, and Other Realities", please visit www.simonperchik.com.