no turning back now, too many glasses raised,
rings have settled into their grooves on our fingers,
it's official, the parents have come out for an event, heart shaped cookies
were consumed, much wine drunk, a gate has been built
to separate dog from flowers, from hands reaching for a throat,
gardeners know what this is about.
now evening, dishes are washed, a fan pulls fresh, clean air
through the upstairs cooling my feverish face.
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