Wrestling
At the wedding
I stop believing in God
As the second bride
This is what it means
To have physical pleasure
We spent years that way
Hating Wagner (he was the best)
Until one night you stood beside me
Not to unite but with a sword
Raised in the mild air
I was already married
A moon passed overhead
I didn’t look up
So we wrestled on the mat
And I pinned you like a bug
With the charming vein in my forehead
One winter in Salem
A man sold his pew
In Queen of Peace Church
And he walked the red line
To the Seven Gables and the harbor
The best decisions were never made
When you were dying
