Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Overread at Table 1: A Fold of Sun by Magdalena Zurawski

A Fold of Sun

We decided I
should go alone
on foot. I  

would find
him in
the pharmacy. If     

he said ‘In
the head of
God all propositions    

have existed    
always,’ we would make    
the exchange.

He was standing    
in front of the     
calamine lotion.

He spoke to the
air. I slipped  
the envelope into

his pocket and   
bought a topical     
analgesic to

avoid suspicion.      
When I left, I           
had a face    

again, could open
an account, drink         
coffee in the

sun. On the street two    
women talked     
of money. I paid them

no mind. I    
could now always      
walk with my light

to the front.  

Copyright © 2016 by Magdalena Zurawski. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 21, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

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