new city, old country-
unfamiliar mortar
covers the sadness beneath her,
like Persephone and flowers
goodbye becomes an uneasy
token of death
a mask unwilling
-----
she marries her ideals;
descends into the undermind,
the promised womb;
takes her second-hand virginity
in lieu of salvation
-----
like every beginning
the smallest sound is soon foreign,
but beautiful,
like listening to opera in an language
unknown
-----
a deluded house-
his bones inhabit her,
covetous foundations
tremble
quiet
while brides who cannot wed
knit circles, hip to hip,
waiting for her flesh
to settle
[ for only then can she
know them ]
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