The glaze from your stone…

The glaze from your stone
shelters this sink, carved
by its constant drip

for shoreline and more foam
—twice every day
I shave to make room

though my beard
never has a chance
trembling in graveyard grass

—I begin each morning
then again by going home
to mow, barely holding on

though each cheek
half-blood, half-
wandering alone

weighs almost nothing
except for the splash
that clings to your name.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.

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