You come here to sort the cold

meet in front some nude

embraced by a wooden frame


half pine. half as if the paint

needs the silence, covers her death

on a wall kept up to date


the way the journals report

on those latest lotions that dry

from the bottom up, let the corners


touch  ̶ this woman was loved

and from among so many colors

given eyes that never close


sees you are holding a coat

already folded, held tight

as if something has gone wrong.





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 Family of Man Poems published by Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2021. For more information including free e-books and his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at simonperchik.com

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