Like silent prayers and wedding gifts,
you pour saliva between my teeth, grip my
bones and shake the shine off of the stars.
We gave birth to the moonbows of our summers,
your mouth quivering and I stutter dreams
through chewed-up shoes as we walk through
the wheat fields father planted before his death.
We married at the Roman temple, the world silent,
swallowed by city lights, the buildings gentle
against Évora's breeze, and the stray dogs and cats
gnawing the tail of a long afternoon.
'I do'
We echoed onto each other's tongues; shattered a bell's
ring as our jaws clenched, drafting our novel titled E.















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