How can I live inside the performance of your language? By observing my own ear or by thrashing in this quilt of callbacks? Most lovers speak in the present tense, shuffling one another’s tarot cards, and swimming inside their bodies. But the illocutionary is altogether different. With these words, I thee wed – the moment kisses its future mouth. You said you would do it. The sloshing about of concurrent actions, we are both changing in this love-song. Not now, nothing to be done. Bound by a device constructed of language, you will bring me something, you will resolve this poem.