Adam Fieled (editor, Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania, USA): from Something Solid: Miscellaneous Sonnets: State of Grace
for Mary Walker Graham
Grape soda bottle on the desk; wind, out of
Eleusis, shut the door. Our clothes came
off; your limbs spun like spokes. I peered
outside; it was light. New Hampshire summer
sun, four a.m. Poets to face at breakfast.
Workshops to sit through, lectures, but I
knew I’d never have you the right way
again, or any way. We’d done the thing
once we’d been meaning to do, so as I
stepped from the window, gazed at you
dozing, naked, I thought to myself, maybe
that’s what amounts to a state of grace—
you’re given something once, fully, so
that you may be satiated with it, & that’s it—
© Adam Fieled 2022
Grape soda bottle on the desk; wind, out of
Eleusis, shut the door. Our clothes came
off; your limbs spun like spokes. I peered
outside; it was light. New Hampshire summer
sun, four a.m. Poets to face at breakfast.
Workshops to sit through, lectures, but I
knew I’d never have you the right way
again, or any way. We’d done the thing
once we’d been meaning to do, so as I
stepped from the window, gazed at you
dozing, naked, I thought to myself, maybe
that’s what amounts to a state of grace—
you’re given something once, fully, so
that you may be satiated with it, & that’s it—
© Adam Fieled 2022
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