Sloane Scott


Devotional

Confusing it for morning, I bite into
the peach’s wet, buttered center, eating
June as I watch the deer chew her dandelion

cud, warm belly rested on warm grasses.
Even a parking lot borders the miraculous,
even asphalt gives way to the season

of tawny pregnancies and humid
pointillism. Tonight, let me make you
baked beans and polenta, salted watermelon

and chess pie—if it can be simple, let it
be simple. Time wrests the fawn
from the mother. We take our velvet meal.

Sloane Scott (they/them) is a poet from Missouri and an incoming MFA student at Washington University in St. Louis. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Penn Review, Shō Poetry Journal, Up the Staircase Quarterly, and elsewhere. They are the founding editor of like a field, a seasonal journal of art and text.

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