Masha Schmidt UKRAINE, USA January Wedding Song There is an alley underneath the bridge and it swallows people. I have just returned, tonight, from swimming with fairies. You - unmovable reader, lets go to Chinatown and buy cheap wedding dresses. We can wobble our high heels over to rat alley and dig for cobblestones. Seeking adventures like we used to. My distant muse - judging the glass of champagne I did not drink I tip my hat raise my pinky drain my glass in a bubbling outpouring of pink sulphur. So that you may face the nightly glow of office buildings. It has not been everything to me, this procuring of a husband. It is the shield I hold up when words fail. It is the thing I have done in place of what I would have done. Had I not been away those many years - writhing, splashing, gyrating with winged creatures. I am sewing a new wedding dress. I work on it every night from 8:00 - 8:45 p.m. I sew by hand without a thimble. It is the wedding dress of Armageddon. Brown, red, yellow, orange, blue silk and string. No frills, no bows, no veil. No bride, no groom. It has many pockets. I hope you like it.
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