shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Simon Perchik

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What you still carry to bed
is this water coming from a well
icing over, masks your cheeks

and though there's no pillow
it's your mouth that's melting
filling the hole where she used to sleep

–in such a darkness say what you want
this sheet took the white from your eyes
that look at nothing but walls

–you are washing your face with a room
emptied out to freeze her half
where there are no mornings left.