When we made love you had the dense body of a Doberman and the square head of a Rottweiler. With my eyes closed I saw: a light green plate with seared scallops and a perfect fillet of salmon on a cedar plank. Now I am safe in the deep V of a weekday wanting to tell you how the world is full of street signs
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real poem (personal statement)
I skim sadness like fat off the surface
of cooling soup. Don't care about
metaphor but wish it would arrive
me. There’s a cool current of air
this hot day I want to ride.
I have no lover, not even my love.
I have no other, not even I.
Rachel Zucker's poetry collections include The Pedestrians (Wave Books, 2014), Museum of Accidents (Wave Books, 2009), and The Bad Wife Handbook (Wesleyan University Press, 2007).