My Cousin's Wedding
Bridesmaids twirled to a tank of music
while groomsmen fingered rifles in the garage.
The newlyweds were off somewhere
and there was only this lingering with the potato salad,
this getting born in the dark.
Morning arrived in the chemise of dawn,
breaking and entering on the beige carpet.
Next door the box-springs wouldn't stop clattering.
POOL (Vol. V, 2006)