Gemma Cooper-Novack


by Gemma Cooper-Novack

She can lie
bare in dry
cedar heat
until her skin
stretches into
lizard geometry
and it's crisp
on her lips


She can gaze
through the haze
on the roiling
hills until
the water bubbling
up beneath her
lies still
and the light
leaves her be

She can see
herself pore
by pore
streak by
streak and strand
by strand
the missed
stroke on her

She can feel
the weight peel
from her hips
roll by

so good 

She can wait
in this state
for hours
lemon slices
against her
and the light
behind them
fracturing golden
until evening
floods her day

until she sweeps
into sleep
and a cavern
of inhalation
through her nose
through her lips
rests around her

Cooper-Novack author picGemma Cooper-Novack is a writer, writing coach, and arts educator based in Boston. Her poetry has appeared in Amethyst Arsenic (2013), ParkPages (2013), Blast Furnace Review (2013), Hanging Loose (1998, 2000, 2011, 2012), Lyre Lyre (2013), PressBoard Press (2013), Rufous City Review (2012), The Saint Ann’s Review (2003, 2005, 2009), and Spry (2013), and is forthcoming in Ballard Street Poetry Journal, Construction, and Referential. Her fiction is forthcoming in Elsewhere and Printer’s Devil Review. Her plays have been produced in Chicago and New York.

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