wedding
suits.
not the white one though.
it's way too tight
now,
seeing that i was twenty
two
when that ship went down.
but i remember
wearing it,
the cake stain on velvet
black lapel,
the spilled
wine.
the lipstick from drunk
aunts and frisky bridesmaids,
and then
i remember hanging it
in the closet
next to her wedding dress
wrapped in
plastic, saved for the smithsonian
i suppose.
i then remember
looking out the window
of our one bedroom
apartment,
her carrying the dress back
to her mother's,
with a new black and decker
toaster oven,
still in the box,
under the other arm.
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