That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then—lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed—
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before—
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
Michael Waters, “Wedding Dress” from Darling Vulgarity. Copyright © 2006 by Michael Waters. Used by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.
Source: Darling Vulgarity
(BOA Editions Ltd., 2006)
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