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Epithalamium
Baby girl
because you liked it
when I called you that
and I liked it
when I called you that, 
I just listened to that country 
song you wrote about me
again. For poetry.
Because this aisle 
walk is easier than when 
we walked down the street 
in Laramie holding hands. 
When I was struck
by my vulnerability, 
your existence, our 
accident, that first night 
when Joy Williams
called to warn me 
about something else. 
Something we’d all want 
to dismiss
but be unable to. 
Like our love. 
Our limitations. 
It wasn’t only wine 
spilled all over the floor. 
There are so many trucks
on those wide roads. 
And they know
where the rope is, 
where the fence is, 
how to build a fire. 
Fine, we’ll get married. 
It’s the kind of L you want 
to be. And I think 
of myself as generous.
As someone who will 
promise. So we will 
both throw flowers. 
I will wear a suit 
and a dress and half wish 
I look anything like Frida
because she wears all 
this mythology 
better. I went to one 
of those weddings. 
There were pastries 
on sticks, 
and flan, and dulces.
And you are so white.
The kind of white woman
who reminds me 
I’m not a white woman.
But I said I could 
be generous
because that’s what love is.
That marriage lasted 
only a few weeks.
I know because my apartment
was part of the escape route. 
Like I was yours. 
But we lasted ten months. 
You even, cliché, moved in.
Brought all of your electronics. 
Brought me home for dinner
at the cattle ranch
on the other side 
of the mountains where 
your mother didn’t like me. 
I wasn’t what she wanted
for you, for herself, 
for a daughter,
but you still wanted.
You were still so proud.
And I fucked you better 
in her house for it.
And we gave 
each other rings, and hey, 
I never liked that song.
But I find myself 
listening again.
Because once, 
I was at a wedding 
in Providence, and it was 
so gay, it was beautiful,
and it got them a kid
and through the next year. 


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