Dying to be Grace
I trace her profile with the cursor on my desktop, Lee Miller in silver tones. I follow this line of beauty for no real reason-- a trail along a hillside; dark clouds drift above a marble cliff-- her lips with slightest part, somewhere in the dark of love or sex-- the line of her neck-- down to the valley of her breasts, shadows form where fevered thoughts come to rest dark clouds gather above a marble cliff-- a confession, a lift and fall, a ripping through proofs to thunderous applause and all this drowning under volumes of her face. Her lost, Modern face. All dying to be grace. M. Riley M. Riley is a poet and library director. His poems have appeared in many anthologies over the past few years. His most recent poems have been included in Dos Gatos Press 100 Word Anthology, Weaving the Terrain, and forthcoming Mutabilis Press, Enchantment of the Ordinary (2018).
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April 2025
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