Three Poems
Susan Solomon

Permission to Say Without Words

She inched up the hem,
revealing the elephant limb.
We knelt in the hallway's
thick summer heat,
her breath audible. Locked eyes.
Silent smile,
her beautiful choice.


Epigram

What I need more of
is less.


Untitled

She cooked for him
organic oats, steel cut.
"Do you like them?"
"Yes,
but the raisins."
He worried for the raisins.

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