Her Princeton MFA, his partnership.
A turquoise choker with a silver clasp,
two Breuer chairs, an aunt’s pied-a-terre,
a Baskin woodblock print. An opening
at Sotheby’s, a brightly patterned vest,
a small tattoo, the scent of cloves, cocaine.
A nose once mangled in a rugby match.
The Parthenon, Antarctica, Beijing.

Her denim wedding skirt, his Zuni blood,
a way of always laughing after sex.
Two spotted dogs, a uniform, a cat
that jumps on stranger’s laps, some paperbacks.
A chance to leave the pueblo far behind.
A neatly folded flag, a body bag.