When getting married in Faery, elope.For some reason, I remember exactly where I was when I started this poem: camped in the mountains one Memorial Day weekend, sitting beneath the cool shade of the trees. It’s yet another piece that began with an opening line.
Issue no invitations,
Hold no balls.
Better still, live together
For a time,
So no one will notice when
You sneak the act by.
June/”Advice”
June’s story–or, in this case, poem–is “Advice.”