11 april 2010

Posted on April 11, 2010



I can’t get the Wedding March out of my head
even though we didn’t play it.
It’s snowing today, and April is still pumping through
my arteries. I am your long-distance compass, and
you are like a book character I like too much.


I will
for the rest of my life
live off the blue that poured into the room
and the sheets of ice that floated down the river.


Rain, the one-hundred twenty-first guest
watching the wedding from outside the museum.
He drove from Chicago overnight
to be there when I woke up.

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