She sat on the edge of the bed and she knew
tears falling like frail birds
he wouldn’t ever leave this town

he would fix cars with his father
and she would forgo the Fulbright

she in virginal white, smiling her best bride smile
for the endless rounds of photographs
while silent cells divided

she looked out the window at waves
washing the wide beach
a breeze threaded through the room, dancing

muslin curtains while a seagull
strutted on the porch

she remembered when she met him, he didn’t mind
the few extra pounds, the crooked tooth,
the whisper of a mustache

she touched her belly lightly
and she knew she would stay