Spring 2003 • Vol. XXV No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 2003 |

Wedding Dress

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, mascara'd, & 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.

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