For Ali Stine and Jordan Davis We omitted the following items inadvertently from the program: the words bride and bird      and bomb. And gloriosa lily, power of Christ, and dizzying monsoon of anger. Yes it was intentional: the bride’s haircut and clothes were a reference to Y Kant Tori      Read. This should not be necessary to say aloud. We apologize for the omissions. We meant for there to be spaces to bow your heads and      bare your breasts, grind your teeth, think of Steve Nash’s smooth movements as he      shreds across the floor. The effigy should have been smaller. Things got out of hand. Nicolas Cage was in fact      meant to be burned alive. * Instead of A Mighty Fortress is Our God, Skynyrd was performed with gusto, and the bride      may have remarked on her displeasure under her breath because of the overuse of y.      We apologize for that, which is only sometimes a vowel, angering the terrifying Christ      on our dashboard, and his great wrath rained down, killing all y’all, filling us with      hope. This is a poem with the word poem in it, and we apologize, but not for that. You should      replace the word poem with a tiny sliver of ossified wood you found last year. We, as in      you and I, kind of want to worship it like an obelisk. Yes? Then that dissolves. P. 2: “and honor and obey” should be “an ampersand and hand around a rope” The thundering was not from a herd of wildebeests at all but a sentence resonating outside the window. Then it resolved itself into a hum. * Asses should have been assess. Also the reverse. Instead of melanoma please use blood clot. Threats from abroad had been received but ignored in favor of erotica. We never knew what narthex meant until now, which explains a lot. There was no blood in the piñata. * That fucker cleaned us out of all of our Tori Amos limited edition singles years ago in      college, creating: dizziness and anger; gaps in memory; aphasia in the service;      hesitation, sudden; everything eroding; fiery rings in air; and whiteness forever. Much was left out that should have been included: a hundred thousand tiny lights      pitching gently on the water when seen across the bay; the glossy photographs of      flowers that look like carpets; smoke rings everywhere in the city, on every corner,      hanging in air, like temporary fire.