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simon PErchik
“It’s When”
It’s when you widen your lips that the air hasn’t the strength to say it has nothing left
only the word for cars
moving slowly one behind the other —it’s useless —it’s also November
and she is dead and the rain smells from the word
that let the fires go out.
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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 Osiris Poems, published by boxofchalk, 2017.
