Tag: lullabies
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Poetry Series
Simon PerchikEast Hampton, NY, USA Without an address your handslean across –another creasemaking the final correction though this note still opens outwindblown, fingerprintseverywhere on her lips on her breasts, on the bed sheetfolded and over, warmedfor its nakedness and side by side –every word is already lostand there at the bottomwhere little blossoms should grow…