We’re not the first married men to sneak a kiss in Temple Square, but no one cares.
The Visitor Center model of the temple looks too small to hold anyone’s pain.
A boy, I built a dollhouse from a kit. I wasn’t given any paint so it would look
different from my sister’s. Two Lego people sat in that kitchen in front of a stack of pancakes.
They never knew what part of their lives they were in. We married
one of the times it was legal. Today, I bring him to
a city that held the Olympics. A city that values stamina. A city
that sometimes wants me to see inside it, this 80s Marriott with its glass elevator.