by Sarah Gambito
Just as tasting ice cream,
the outer mouth-rim of aluminum of what enjoys us.
Blades of grass at a sudden still. The exclamations of money and mercy done
and I’d like to live with you suspended above the superdome.
Why should we not have beautiful earrings?
Trying to see plosions of wild thyme in summer grass, I fell asleep next to you.
Or, I was stirring pots of wonderful things next to you.
"Marriage" by Sarah Gambito, from LOVES YOU by Sarah Gambito, copyright © 2019 Persea Books. Used by permission of Persea Books.