Featured Writer: Tikva Hecht

He Goes In and Out

"It feels like skin.
It feels like" but he starts here
to be as he sometimes is-
stranded between his thoughts
and his sound, kind of alone
I guess.

He means time.
Time, he means, feels like skin
and something else, unexpressed
but not the same or opposite to skin,
I know because he wouldn't
repeat himself.

The skin of a peach,
he means. He eats a peach,
clear of its place in his hand.
He doesn't look down.
Having a body comes easily
to him.

It's being in a body
that can make him topple.
Well, it's a common injury
Isn't it?
Finding seven or more textures
in a peach in one palm
but having only single-file words to say
anything,
to say "it all feels like time, "I mean skin
"I mean…

"I mean… I mean



Tikva Hecht


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