PHANTOM ANNIVERSARY

Imagine the marriage lasting,

the lilies blooming in the black vase

for years, the water still fresh.

The man and woman are looking at each other

as they fuck, blooming and looking,

and the angels are looking, too,

opening their beautiful abstract mouths

as though they are about to say something

neither difficult nor true.

The man and woman are oblivious.

They grow fainter and fainter without caring.

And the angels fold their wings flat

and plummet toward them like stones.