2 poems by Puma Perl
may i approach
may i touch you without thought or proper dress may i approach you in your twisted shame may i listen to your secrets scream and die behind your bench of black robed fear may i enter into your court of memory as your thousand fingers glitter and point may i testify in my brooklyn voice may i stand accused and unrepentant may i approach you one last time may i stand before you in your rage may i confess to you my jaded innocence in your honor, may i be dismissed keep us from the river i sit alone on a broken bench pathologizing the sun as it careens indifferently between bridge and sky i watch antlike creatures ride bicycles toylike subway cars rumble by the sun doesn't care who we are everyone burns sometimes |