Spring 2022, Volume 32

Poetry by Ion Corcos

Your Perfect Chips

The crookedness of water after rain, the sky
on walls, and all the while you are in the kitchen,
unintrigued; the road never changes for you.
Nothing is luminous anymore, only a chimney
the measure of your meaning. Another cabbage,
a footstool, and you turn off the light switch.

The weather is coming from the north.
No trees, no birds, only a yellow wrapper on the street,
interstices in your recollection of love.
Your days are perfect chips; you have not left
or bothered to notice the inimitable,
the reflection of a swan on the waterway.

 

 

 

BIO: Ion Corcos has been published in The High Window, Australian Poetry Journal, Meanjin, Cordite, The Cardiff Review, and other journals. Ion is a nature lover and a supporter of animal rights. He is currently traveling with his partner, Lisa. He is the author of A Spoon of Honey (Flutter Press, 2018). ​