Light She Was and Like a FairyClay Matthews
Jimmy was biting into a wedding band while I asked for forgiveness and in the corner of the room an old man sang Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Clementine. Gold? the mans asks, and Gold Jimmy says, and I add Gold fuck yourselves, to which the room takes a vote and decides not to laugh. In the mirror I see a bride pass by, running away from a head sticking out of the back seat of a Cadillac and saying I’m sorry, she meant nothing, she meant less than nothing, which I calculate by degree is still something. When I said my vows I shook so badly I thought I might drop the ring into the ocean, which was not so far away. I’ve never been so terrified by a man in a suit speaking words from a book in my entire life. I turn around and the room is looking out the window. Jimmy says Love, the old man Love lost, and unable to hold back I add Love set you going. We go to the veil, and behind the veil everything we want so badly we dare not remove it. We’re lost. And gone forever. Dressed in white silk, Clementine.
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