Cake already there. We come through the fire doors like a couple late to someone else’s marriage. For one second the throat feels like ours. Official faces do not know the words. Younger mouths do Then he stays at the threshold and I take the song That is the arrangement. I did not agree it in words. Official faces do not know the words. Younger mouths do. Meg looks at me as if she has filed a draft in a house that still thinks it owns the hall. I do not bless a child. I do not take Jono’s hand. The door closer is more honest than a vow. Official faces do not know the words. Younger mouths do. Official faces do not know the words. Younger mouths do. Official faces do not know the words. Younger mouths do.
