2013 Issue: Simon Perchik: Heat (poem)

Heat

by Simon Perchik

Heated by sand each word
gathers up another
one teaspoon at a time

–your fever can’t be found
though the address was written
from salt and glass –you don’t see

the envelope: the bottle
crowding you from inside
has to be taken by mouth

as if a lull made any difference
without the pieces to settle down
and already your throat tastes bitter.

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