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Fake Wedding Of course she married her boss of course there was irromantic planning and scoping for pork for the jock gone fat in the jowls lured away from his wraith of a wife and surly adolescents pouting about in their secret lurkingplaces and wild ice storms howl outside then a day of the melts then quick freezes all over again then warm rain adding to the slick and I splayfoot it across the expanse of ice plain like an old penguin who'll never make it to the Pole and certainly never back to the merciless blizzards the way it was supposed to be in the dead of a real winter and honeymoons under quilts of goose down & stopped clocks. |
Additional Notes:
This one has not been published
but I tried it out at a reading
and got nervous titters from
the audience. One woman kept glaring
at her husband as I read to them.
I keep making changes in this one,
and don't know where to stop.
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