We married each other in these places:
In my room.
In your mother's house.
In the grocery store.
At the bar when you made a tomato into a rose for me.
When we slept in the same bed and I dreamt of green grass on my grandmother's lawn (and it turned into a blanket and the voice said 'you're next')
When I received the mass card from your funeral.
When we made yams while millionaires worked for generic grocery companies.
Places are times, also.
The
Flux
Factor.
We married each other when I called the commissioner to find you.
When you brought me a bumper sticker from Belmore.
When you brought me a flashlight.
When I, the un-divine found you on the ether.
When I gave you the bird.
Azul.
When we were in on a lie together.
When we made aliases together.
When I said, "I waited all week for this."
When your father died.
When we made up dreams of the future together.
When I sang an Indigo Girls song to you.
When our hero left the planet.
When we spoke in vernacular.
When you got down on one knee and took my hand.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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this one is exceptional, start to finsih.
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