Grant Chemidlin
—
Dark Sunday
We stay in bed all day.
The pen stands up & writes the poem
without me.
Your fingers graze my back.
I pull your body over me
like a roof, mistake
your drumming heart
for rain.

Grant Chemidlin is the author of What We Lost in the Swamp (Central Avenue Poetry, 2023), a finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for Gay Poetry.Recent work can be found or is forthcoming in The Los Angeles Review, Palette Poetry, Laurel Review, Quarterly West, and Tupelo Quarterly, among others.
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