Sunday, January 19, 2014


from a poster in buenos aires, artist unknown

by Susan Tepper

If you come to lie
under his sheet,
sweat soaked
night a crumbling vein
blue-black swells
along the beach
in sunken dreams
you will find
ship notes jammed
into salt-scale bottles
waves that beat a pier
you know this torture
rustling your ears 
that sound
transparent as glass
your arms are rods
and every fish
swam these waters
trembling as one
the way light goes yellow,
wavers, a storm
moving down the coast—
foggy you grip
with your thighs
as the water loosens
lunging forward
on someone’s command

~ first published in The Stony Thursday Book