Poem of the Week, by Emily Rechnitz

Wedding

- Emily Rechnitz

I stumbled in high heels

across the wood chips

of the Christmas-tree farm

to take my place with the other guests

under coarse pine boughs.

In a coned damsel cap

the bride glimmered

through the woods, materialized

at the altar microphone.

In the barbecue line

his mother whispered on my neck,

“I thought you would be the one!”

I watched the bride and groom

shake hands, stared at his profile

til it buzzed, remembering

2 a.m. behind the high school

when we rocked on a blanket

rubbing jeans into jeans

until the moon jumped and I fell

off the hill slowly, a diamond in glycerine.

I remember walking down a road to meet him,

how the air tingled, in love

with how I looked in my underwear,

dancing in front of his mirror.

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