People are taking sedatives in boats
Going to America.
Their names drift back to me—
Hollowed out, unpronounceable.
I walk through the crowds in the arcades
And on the sands.



The Wedding Frame

Her veil blows across his face
As they cling together.

Propped on the mantelpiece,
The photograph preserves their ecstasy.
Each night they touch
The heart-shaped frame of their reliquary
And sigh for love.

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