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light hits water | Elliot Wagner-Smith | Painting

Untitled by Deckard Enright

Last night I dreamt that you and I got married. 

I stood at the altar and felt nothing.

You kissed my cheek as we left the church and I wiped it away,

Caressing it as if it were a bruise.

We drove home.

Dazed, I went to bed.

You cleaned my clothes free of mud, hung them to dry on the gallows

And drained my blood in the bathtub.