A Poem by Richard King Perkins II

She is a reality-denier

but accepts the one circumstance that barely exists


and is insightful

even as the most obvious things elude her.


Sometimes, when the world stops on a dime,

she continues looking for the dime.


She is cruel to herself,

a ventilation of self-inflicted gunshot wounds


yet avoids sharp edges

and the incorrect name on her driver’s license.


The spangles that come from out of nowhere

interest her less than the dirty glass.


She sees deep into the uncharted future

but talks like there is no tomorrow


and even when she says she is so distant

that we can never be together


we are together.



Of Gentle Birth

Of Gentle Birth

From Just a Glimpse

From Just a Glimpse