You become a shell, this time…

You become a shell, this time
hardened by so many times
though the dress is empty

– your arm around the Earth
lets nothing brush against the sleeves
except the soft dirt that remembers

clearing out a place for snow
to be scattered the way you dead
give way to the great weight

pressing against your wish
that everything be as it was and you
no longer broken apart by those stones

you let pass through your fingers
– it’s all uphill and grass is everywhere
struggling to bring you to the surface

with nothing in your heart: a buoy
taking the lead as it used to
beginning to fill with air and marble.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Reflection in a Glass Eye, published by Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2020. For more information, including free e-books and his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at

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