‘After the Wedding’ by Daniel Sluman

After the Wedding Back then, you were so London with your ecstatic white teeth, guest lists blissed from your fingers like weather reports. I have adored your ankles, snaffled the fine hairs that crisp the small of your back, & now, after I’ve licked the soap-traces from the underside of your knees, we find ourselves stalled in the marriage bed; your maiden name a peppercorn … Continue reading ‘After the Wedding’ by Daniel Sluman