me a photo of her in Las Vegas
standing in the middle
of a fountain.
she's drunk
and says she's
about to get married
to some dude she
met yesterday at a roulette
wheel.
she's been there for two days.
i've never been this much
in love,
she writes.
Omar is my soul mate.
the one and only.
my dream come true.
she sends me a picture
of her hand.
look at the ring he gave me.
i enlarge the photo.
it looks like the pop
top of a beer can.
i ask her,
where her shoes are?
and why is her
dress on
backwards.
i want you to be my
best man,
she says.
can you get here by tonight?
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