Sunday

The Espousal of a Friend


My friend is marrying alone

Her mother is too broken to stand by her joy
Her father gives advice best reserved for the town drunk

My friend is marrying alone

She sets her anchor so far from herself,
she floats within her own tide of sorrow

Her beau studies her
He knows if he suffers long enough
she'll catch herself in his eyes and pause

My friend is marrying alone

A wedding of seven day old hearts
cut out in perfect proportion.

A ribbon of need and affection tie the two

My friend is marrying alone,

we throw rice at her feet

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