Elena Zhang

The Marriage

I found the marriage in the bottom of the recycling bin. It was covered in oil stains and cat hair. I cleaned the marriage with lavender soap, scrubbing until it gleamed like silver. The marriage was smaller than I thought. I put the marriage into my mouth, where it grew thick roots. It leaned towards my throat in the mornings and towards your voice in the evenings. It hummed while I slept and gave me the hiccups. The marriage lived for a long time. One day, the marriage grew wings and flew out of my left ear. I had no dreams that night.