Issue 6 – Perchik

Simon Perchik


Star by star you add a word
the way the Earth still darkens
from the bottom up, lets you hold on

keep it from shedding just its light
and your fingers –you write
as if this stone was already black

and step by step your child-like name
pinned on to become its last breath
while you steer the lettering back home

leave spaces for this iron waterfall
to point from under some mountainside
at whispers that no longer move

smothered by braids, shoulders, kisses
that are yours, oceans, winds, mornings
blacker than this dirt and lost.