Epithalamium by Daniel Moysaenko


At the wedding the groom dies
inside the bride
and vice versa.
What’s left is a definition
of space and
the space it borders.
A generic verdant horizon
into the foreground of barn animals
and maypoles.
AKA a glorious collapse.
If you’re here
I can’t feel you.
How I mangle your image into myself
when absent.
You dredging me
into yourself. Make the mind
another bird
we tie a ribbon to.
Camouflaged in the dogwood.
Sexless and unnecessary
because we have enough.
Daniel Moysaenko holds an MFA from the University of Massachusetts Amherst and is the author of the chapbook New Animal (H_NGM_N Books, 2015). Other work has appeared in Columbia Poetry Review, Mid-American Review, Oversound, Pleiades, Rain Taxi, and The Volta. He is pursuing a poetry PhD at Florida State University.