michelangelo
the tip of his brush to the
tip of God's finger
the fulfillment of Man's dream
Creation through Creation

the mirror reveals
an uncomfortable truth:
my biggest villain

i said, "i don't want
to let you go." and then you
pulled me in closer

in the bathroom
the dress is too loose
and the bridesmaids are wearing
the wrong shade of pink
but maybe it's just the fluorescent lights
that makes the lipstick look really pale
don't even want to get started on the hair
and these shoes are tight
everyone's clothes seem to be rustling
a lot
why is that
god that ***** is loud
the perfume in here smells like distress
need a drink
but "flask in garter belt" probably a bad look
overdid the spray tan
but at least i'm not orange
small victories
stop sweating
    (and don't wipe your palms on your dress)
spit out the stale gum
last look in the mirror
i swear my reflection is a millisecond behind
weird
"processional" has 12 letters
saw that on jeopardy yesterday
time to go
no pressure they're not here to see you lol
i have to ***
wait, or do i?  no i don't think so
just remember what grandma said
"wherever you go, take your dignity with you"

well, we're coming down the aisle, grandma
see you in the front row

snow falls on the hill
crackling wood in the hearth
flicker on your cheek

desert squall
clouds run together
like wild buffalo

empty country house
blue-feathered visitor
rooms fill with song