October 6: Remember

We
wait for the bride among strangers,

two sisters standing beside a picket fence.

We’re dressed in crisp, white, starched blouses

with ruffled collars and matching jumpers.

I lost a brass button somewhere,

my bangs are too short, and

I peer through my glasses

with a slight smile.



I remember waking later that night,

open suitcases in every room,

then driving through