And needles for the diabetic confused with drama, with Discretion at the bedside of valour. Or, you might say, winged hope. And it was a child's curiousity and breathin. That it could be strange. Warm bodies in the marriage bed.
Marriage is a place surely surely.
My hands exist because of marriage, my tiny fingers because of marriage. My toes curl up because of marriage. My hair is shiny because of marriage. I touch my cheeks to come to life because of marriage. To come to life knees, elbows.