For the Entirety of Our Formative Years (title from Jennifer L. Knox)
A lifted glass for what the mind stores away
and another glass raised
for what the mind forgets. Hope can be the thing that crashes and burns,
thankfully, its feathers ashen,
but disguise’s greatest strength arrives when it morphs
I don’t mean camouflage. I don’t mean uttering I love you
when there’s no love left. What I mean isn’t
often what I say, like the way the stars stitched together tell their own kind of story,
one void of a narrative draped around their semblance
of truth that we call light.
Adam Clay is the author of Stranger (Milkweed Editions, 2016), A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World (Milkweed Editions, 2012), and The Wash (Parlor Press, 2006). His poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Crab Orchard Review, Boston Review, Iowa Review, The Pinch, and elsewhere. A co-editor of TYPO Magazine, he serves as a Book Review Editor for Kenyon Review and teaches at the University of Illinois Springfield.