Fire department outside the wedding venue.
All we want is a little blood, & then
a little more. I’ve never been greedy enough.

Pick up Raising Cane’s then circle back,
see the lights still there flashing.
What better way to start a new love

than with a small disaster? But I’m telling you
something you already believe:
maybe the best way to belong together

is with a little dysfunction. The DJ
forgets to press the play button—
our whole world’s met with silence.

Tell him it’s okay, man—you did your best:
a little lie, a little death, a little lie.

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Justin Carter is the author of Laterals and Brazos, and the editor of Some Words.

Also from Justin Carter:
“I’m Naked On A Barn Floor Covered In Green Yogurt”