for Simon Perchik (1923 – 2022)
While you lay dying
my left ear bled
abstractions
streaking the pillow
— you’d unearth a poem
were you able
Day after I woke to
red filling the right eye
Both sloshed its river.
But when the limb
entwined
crashed down
what was left to feed the other.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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