“Voicemail #47” Quentin Felton
Kate McGorry
don’t expect rings to bind when bands are black holes when galaxies of monogamy empty themselves into cosmic veins his vows vexed at the knee be my slaughterhousehusband a daddy dedicated to devotion fathers deny in fear of the sons they’ve always had our mothers lending silk pant-suits from divorce settlements family matters coaxed in champagne should we serve chicken or steak or mackerel marmalade at the reception all the men i’ve fucked live-streaming from the parking lot anyway just checking to see if love’s been buried if you’d flower girl the funeral
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