one year ago yesterday,
before a judge,
with some kind of friends,
swearing about love,
signing a contract,
making a secret mad idea legal.
no lovemaking ended the day.
passed out drunk and in a black,
blank
state,
like every night of the honeymoon,
like many nights before and since.
it should have ended in the snow,
after another nightmare evening when,
for the third Sunday in a row,
I left
everything white and quiet except for the screaming.
before a judge,
with some kind of friends,
swearing about love,
signing a contract,
making a secret mad idea legal.
no lovemaking ended the day.
passed out drunk and in a black,
blank
state,
like every night of the honeymoon,
like many nights before and since.
it should have ended in the snow,
after another nightmare evening when,
for the third Sunday in a row,
I left
everything white and quiet except for the screaming.
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