Grace
Discretion was an unknown
way – indiscreet in a slinked
perusal of a certitude – by it
we fooled ourselves into it –
[she lay too often with fools
& took their tokens of love] –
A sour face returned to me –
one tipped up – as if spilt – a
scraped dish of remains – as
if quickly blade-skinned [by
such thin-lipped smirks – &
those brief sayings of grace] –
& now I will choose a guest –
for dinner & bed – with more
to give than acrid self-loving
put first [for homes where a
memory lingers] – we’ll both
dine well – a menu of dignity
served to only those sat at a
table laid for two – say it – by
prayers we now feed on love