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sunlight
through sheer fabric
at her mother’s wedding

the backyard was full
of cigarettes
but she
didn’t mind the smell
or the way the trash
felt underneath her feet

wine in some glasses
bourbon
in the hands of the men
and the ones too young
not to know
what tastes like what

she asked
why the nights never seem
to want to leave
why the dogs always
bark at the approaching dawn
why pure romance
is not sold in perfume bottles