Poem By SIMON PERCHIK

Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * She wraps your limp the way the sun marks out its darkness and along the ground pours a small circle –you’ll make it back   she says, writes on a pad kept open how seabirds will call each other over and over force their feathers   though your shadow too has taken on that phase […]

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