Avowed
by Julie Enszer
IMPERFECT The ketubah doesn’t quite fit the mahogany frame: an extra quarter inch on top and bottom.I should have had it professionally framed. Carefully, I fold the edges around the cardboard backing. Hanging on the wall the error is invisible. This is the secret of marriage: things don’t always fit. Fold, adapt, squeeze into form. Make do. |
BEGINNINGS In Michigan, September dusk is chilly. We linger in the parking garage of the downtown Millender Center. Wind whips through concrete; the sun sets. Cars cruise by. We identify makes and models from internal combustion, the squeal of turning tires, running engines. Our ears, expert at this exercise. Neither wants to leave the other. Polite conversation exhausted, we turn to taboo: what we dream, secret hopes, desire. We’ve touched only once when she brushed my hand to light a cigarette. I tell her, you must stop coming in my dreams. Twenty-four hours later, each leaving other lovers, we begin life together. |