Only Bad Love Songs

What if all that was left was

Bad love songs?

You would say

Fold them, Darling, fold them all into

Flocks and flocks of perfect

Origami birds

Ink dot eyes unblinking, still

As they wait as long as it takes to hear

The bridegroom’s voice

Calling them to wing, to rise

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