…Next: a chorus. A stadium
radiant with kliegs. Two more figures
in the same field, like plastic cake toppers.
Eyes closed, ears stopped to all but their
voices. They lay out my choices. One’s called
Call. One’s called Response.

When I say Marriage
you say Run!
Marriage! Run!
Marriage! Run!

Kathleen Rooney, prologue to Oneiromance (an epithalamion)

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