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Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise…
Kate and Alex, having survived the wedding and skipped the reception, were back home together on the couch, Neil Young: Greatest Hits on the stereo, air conditioner going full blast. She packed a bowl and inhaled deeply, the flame from the lighter curving over the edge and practically into the shaft, and passed it on.
“Well, that was not the greatest time of my life!” Kate said.
“Ah, young doomed love,” Alex said. “Makes the heart go pitter-pat, doesn’t it?”
“Seriously,” Kate said. “I mean, I like them? But really, there’s nothing there.”
“This wedding was…..helpless, helpless, heeeelllllllpless,” Alex sang along with the chorus. “Nothing there. And those vows! ‘Oh, I’m so glad God brought us together!’ Um, no, a bottle of Cuervo and a slippery condom brought you together, hon.”
“BAAHHH!” Kate said. “The Lord works in mysterious ways.”
“Purity is a many splendored thing,” Alex said. “And believe me, I’m not at all slamming genuine faith. But I know the bride all too well, and let’s just say that her Jesus has a lot of blind spots.”
“Her own personal Jesus, as it were,” Kate said.
“Yep,” Alex said. “You should see the psalms all over her Facebook wall. Which psalm is ‘Get thee obliterated and pregnant whilst thy boyfriend is on a business trip and thy will still be more righteous’ again?”
But only love can break your heart,
Better be sure, right from the start
“Great point, Neil Young!” Kate said. “So their whole marriage is built on a suspect platform of holy matrimony? I’m shocked! What about the sanctity of marriage?”
“Man, this stuff is good,” Alex said, holding in a toke. “Yeah, this marriage is about as sanctified as a Kardashian wedding. Meanwhile, some of our best friends can’t legally marry. How fucked is that?”
“Don’t let Old Frothy Santorum hear you say that!” Kate said. “Agreed, though. It was a nice church, at least. I really liked the chandelier and the window.”
“Yeah, we should do that in here!” Alex said. “I can imagine the slant of afternoon light coming in.”
“That would be kind of a reverse Amish all-seeing-eye,” Kate said. “A peephole for Jesus!”
“Shit, you’re right!” Alex said. “I’d melt in a pool of sinful mush.”
“Wouldn’t want to mess up the rug,” Kate said.
“I guess the light slants wherever you want it to, Jesus window or not,” Alex said. “And it still keeps me searching for a heart of gold…”
The afternoon went on, and Kate and Alex talked, smoked and drifted in and out of naps while new marriage bloomed, old love was shoved under the rug and the world spun on a slanted axis.
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