The date is planted in flesh
With tendrils fanning out along
The bones that hold my ghost in place
When it squirms and tries to shake me off
And I will sink into your wedding
With that secret cargo
I’ll keep it still, sedated
For a few more hours
A few more drags closer to the filter
The scraping of love against toasts and tuxedos
The squinting through salt
The flicker and flash of cameras
When they sentence you
To photo albums and picture frames
On desks and dressers where
Your height and your width are wrestled
From your other dimensions,
The ones you wished came out in perfect rectangles
They haunt the corners of your wobbly smile
The words escape the language
They’re just little noises to me now
Buzzes and clicks you send me
Amplified in my dark and dusty skull
And the ghost in my chest
Trembling in the reverb
I’ll keep it starved, suspended
For a few more minutes
A few more slugs closer to the sickness
The slow surrender of movement by degrees
The flapping of nerves
The dark gland of doubt
That squirts the slime trail out
And leads you to me
To every word that ran screaming
From those abstract descriptions
Of the unbearable moment
That still seems as far-off and bright
As a star is
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