You think it’s cramps…

You think it’s cramps
though certainly this dirt
resembles her voice

and no one here but you
pours from a bowl, sure
it’s laced, opens out

sickens your step by step
—for a while they’re quiet
washed in front her grave

though your mouth is tighter
swollen, surrounded by inches
no longer dry or empty.

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, including free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at

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1 Response to You think it’s cramps…

  1. cupcakecache says:

    Is poetry subjective? What constitutes a good poem? Is it a feeling it evokes or just writing a visual imagery? Does it depend on who reads it?

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