-bits from the work
Skyscrapers stiffened and dulled through years of fighting the maddening slump. But the bend still happened, anyways, always. They were swaying, barely, just beyond the recognition of the naked eye. We ignored them all, the elderly, the obsolete. Giant tin kneecaps thirsty for oil.
Late. Then, too late.
It was one of those surprisingly, ungodly, beautifully-whispered days, as if the entire world had known and planned and purposely forgotten to invite you to attend. But, being the son of a bitch you are, you showed up anyways. Coat, door. Eye, check. Glass, clink. Purpose.
You know how people say the first year of marriage they gained marriage weight? That's like MaryJane and me. Beautiful wedding, though. And we've been happy ever since.
Sequin eye contact, unblinking and undone. We alone could walk the tightrope of tabloid, blacked-out heartbeats. Nights spent tunneling vision with the lining of sleep; everything was glowing and only you and maybe I knew. Maybe we didn't.
Rare are the mornings I greet my eyes in the mirror. I don't feel dead, but I'm far from alive.
And we will knead each other's concrete appendages like empty warehouses on the wayside of demolition. We will apply uncautious hands to contour and break each other's wishbones, the remains of which we'll keep as a blueprint of how we fell: hook, line, and love-bitten. I can't imagine anything better to wish the rest of my days on.
It got easier, but it never was easy.
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