- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04

Image by Grant Wood
The New Gothic: Marriage
We resistthe pull of time;
resist being
too weak a word.
How easily
we fell in
love; as easy
as hitting
the floor. Dust
crawling by—
shed skin
reanimating
itself—across
exposed wood.
There is so much
work waiting
to be done.
We’ll get to it.
Just keep staring
straight ahead.