Today's poem is by Carol Guess & Daniela Olszewska
Thinking Of You, I Google Your Secret
Bridal shower games include: designing dresses out of gauze and
guessing the number of guns in the room. Nothing I feel happens
in real time. Guests strip to their skivvies and prank call the groom.
You, for example, in that pineapple chair, wedding cake frosting
smeared on the ottoman. Easy enough to stay uninvited: I show up
minus lasso, last night in my hair. Everyone gets careful and
funeral-faced. Sorry about that "anonymous" Internet tip-off. For
the record, you've never struck me as an xxxxxxxxxx fetishist.
Actually, I think pastels will make us more Zen, less Luddite. The
Amish, you know, don't even believe in maids of honor. Yeah, this
gift card? I hope it really means a lot to you and Jim.
Copyright © 2017 Carol Guess & Daniela Olszewska All rights reserved
from Human-Ghost Hybrid Project
Black Lawrence Press
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