I
remember
blue
from
the
window
rodeo horses
shadows
outside
pawn
shop
jewelry
our glittering fingers
At the altar
you
waited
thought of
state
lines
thought
of
Elvis
and
that
square
of
paper
on your
father’s tongue
the
last
time
Thought, The last time
I
tried
not
to look
as if
not
to
see
would be not
to be
seen
not to be
in
my
sequin
dress
rose
on
my
wrist
already
I
was
the sky