Saturday, May 17, 2014


artwork: ralph murre

by Susan Tepper

Scrape my face— find
vines and what I want

leave tangled—
there were countries

cut in sections
viable yet invisible
but for leanings— a shoulder

against a train window

raindrops blinding trees
beyond the reach of
what was cold

You clutched a coat
promised again to be sorry.

~ first published in Poetry Salzburg Review