Graduation

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We ate at the Royal Palace

restaurant

afterwards,

 

cream potato soup

and seasoned chicken.

 

I chose

the rye roll

from the bread basket.

 

I was young

& convinced dark

breads were chocolate.

 

My grandmother would lift

the glass and let me sip

pink champagne.

 

But it was May,

and I longed to let night

under my dress,

 

to toss pennies

at the moon,

to bet them all

it was full.

 

I didn’t notice her eyes

sinking

into the waves

 

of her face,

and only later

in photographs

noticed

 

her slant

against the chair,

hand clamped

too tight around my waist–

barely steadied

and the eyes,

off,

aiming away,

I would call the look sad

but it was wiser

 

as if she knew

the date of her death,

staved it off

 

& welcomed it,

the way she had opened

the screen door

 

so many nights

and said

lay him

    on the couch

with the plastic,

 

neither resigned to taking him

nor resolved to leaving him.

 

 

 

 

Photo By: Robert Schöller

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About Author

Amy Graziano is a graduate of the SIUC MFA Creative Writing program in Poetry. Her work has appeared in Blue Earth Review, Naugatuck River Review, DIAGRAM, The National Poetry Review, Quick Fiction, and Verse Daily, among others. She is currently an English Instructor at Lake Land College in Mattoon, Illinois.

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