Wednesday, September 11, 2019

the wedding gown

i remember her white wedding
dress
sealed in a plastic
bubble
hanging in the closet.
that must of cost a fortune
her uncle Al said

as he stuffed another shrimp
into his mouth.
i tried to imagine what she
was saving it for.
do men save their tuxes,
their shoes
and bow ties that they
were married in?

so the marriage ends,
who didn't see that coming?
but she still has the dress
hanging in the closet.
a dress not unlike
Glinda's the good witch
of the north.

one day of good memories,
a nice cake,
and lots of shrimp,
a band playing proud mary,
and
the rest of the six month
marriage a train wreck
with a boat load of regrets.

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