the heart is an organ of fire

Before J and I catch our flight to our wedding, we pack our suitcases the way you do when you are going on a trip of impracticality. A bikini but no towels. No sleepwear because of hotel robes. We never check bags so I sacrifice a beloved blazer to fit a pair of gold Mary-Janes for the rehearsal dinner. The night before we fly to the wedding venue, I feel something strange in the earth of my body. The city is amid a heat wave, temperatures are extremely high. I walk around my home and cannot shake the feeling that a fire might break out here.