A Dedication to Drowning by Maeve McKenna
Sample poem:
Holy Pleasure
In unison, I watch us leave as we enter the communion,
your toe-tongue mastery of crumpling a hot, ironed
sheet, my handy work undone, and I, grateful for it. This time,
you plump the pillow exactly at the right angle. My head, flailing
for years, now the stunned stillness of a shop-window mannequin.
What followed I can’t name, but do recall the dogs hackled back
for most of that night. When morning cajoled across our bare shoulders,
I was, well, relieved to find you arriving, all contrite and sweating,
unlike before, when your guilty descent concocted another ascension,
hands imitating Christ, you risen that we may never sin this low alone,
or, with the folly of faithless youth, tip our lapping lips to a waiting mouth,
its sour breath a forgiving hymn we have hummed to incessantly.
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