May 19
Building Branches
You cannot see the groomreflected in her eyes,a cousin twice removedneither young nor handsomenot a peasant or accountant,never had ambitionsand doesn’t know her tongue,not her choicejust selectedby her uncles. She is ticket, road, his purpose,building branches backto a countrythat she never knew. Her veil is heavy,she has acceptedand will not cry.She fans herselfforgets— and smiles. Marc…
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