+I wish it had been a bridal night +instead of a boring nosebleed, +standing over my great-grandma's sink +at three in the morning. +That it had been you taking my breath away +and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain +as if the rivers sent to confirm +I would not give birth +that cycle had gotten lost. + +The shed blood and tears, +the countless years +spent in breathless wait +in order to be there +on that belated +celebrated +day. +You in a dress in my favorite hue +and mine you had yourself made. +To finally see the love I could not hide +within my body reflected in your eyes +without fear of a glamour or being a disguise. + +You've been so patient with me all my life, +and it's a damn miracle that you still insist +on spending the rest of yours at my side. +But this is how it's supposed to go, right? +You're supposed to marry your best friend, +who knows you like they know themselves, +who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end. + +And I, +I must confide, +can think of no one else I'd +rather spend my life +with. ++ ]]> +
-We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I, -and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die. -But it's impossible to plan for every contingency. -What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living? - -I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide -and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside. -There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body -that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings. - -In the birds that convened outside my window -gathered in a flock until they took flight, -in the blackened tree branches that scraped -against an ashen gray sky, -in the first blooms and blossoms -of my garden in birthing spring: -if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.]]>
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