Editor’s Note: Per the author’s request, we have left this piece untitled.
These crumbs are from so many places
yet after every meal they ripen
sweeten in time for your fingertip
that shudders the way your mouth
was bloodied by kisses wrestling you down
with saliva and rumbling boulders –you sit
at a table and all over again see it
backing away as oceans, mountains
and on this darkness you wet your finger
to silence it though nothing comes to an end
–piece by piece, tiny and naked, they tremble
under your tongue and still sudden lightning.
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 Osiris Poems published by box of chalk, 2017. For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com