By Simon Percik


Once it reaches this sink

the sun takes nothing back

lets you place water

and forever it’s your shadow

wandering the Earth

the way all twins are born

already cold –you rinse

as if moonlight were leaving it

damaged, a scar would come

so this cup you hold you hold

twice, gropes alongside

as darkness though the faucet

still leaks, flows through your arms

draining hillside after hillside

from riverbeds and almost there.


Simon Perchik is “the most widely published unknown poet in America,” according to the Library Journal. His poetry has appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, The New Yorker and many other publications.


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