Die Hochzeit

i  just  wasn't  comfortable 
      in  your  skin.  cold  and 
         weighed  down
like  the  snow  packed 
       Victorians
    along  Front  Street.
          and  i  kept  hearing  your 
 mother  from  miles  away
       grinding  her  teeth 
  to  Wagner's  Die  Hochzeit

           we  know  it  is  better
this  way,  in  every  way  better
         -my  bones 
     polished
and  finally  out  of
        your  reach.