Poem By SIMON PERCHIK

Poem By SIMON PERCHIK   * Though there’s no leak your hand at every turn makes the adjustment takes hold the way this wrench   begins as mountainside, workable picked up and the pebble dragged off circles down, carving out her name   and from your mouth the stutter tighter, tighter –it’s all about the water isn’t it? a spill […]

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