says
going out of business.
it's a big sign,
with giant red letters.
i go in.
maybe there's
something in here i
want.
a bargain
of some sort.
there are rows of wedding
dresses.
some new, some
old.
some with cake or wine
stains on
them.
some torn.
black tuxedos, too,
grey,
some with the velvet collar
that i fancy.
getting married?
the woman at the door
asks me.
hell know, i tell her.
but
i could use a new tuxedo
though for when i
go out drinking
and gambling.
right, she says.
weren't you here a few years
ago?
nah, not me. no.
you have me mistaken for
someone else.
throw in a box of that
confetti too, i tell her,
as i try on my new suit.
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