Simon Perchik

by Simon Perchik

To live like that, listening
as the sudden dive to the bottom
and though your mouth longs for a sea

death happens wherever water goes
–you hear the rain passing by
with shells and salt flaking off

from a dress that is still new
covered with moss and grieving
–you slip your hand through

as if each sleeve over and over
is filled with moss not yet blossoming
where the branches at the top

dig themselves in, opening the Earth
and the small stones that are your lips
filled with falling and thirst.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 19, Issue 1.

Simon PerchikSimon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). Visit

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