Wedding
Nothing fits, a striped tie
plaid shirt in patterns of green
maroon corduroy pants
My father would say, “You
look like a groom at a Pollack
wedding.” But better that than
no wedding. Would the Bride
be blond? Thick in the calves
& thighs, skilled in the kitchen
as in the bedroom? Would she
appreciate my genuine, flirty
smile? When we lied down
together would the pieces
match, now & forever?
The poems of Lee Pursewarden have been published in Naugatuck River Review, North Atlantic Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, and variously on the internet. He works as a copy editor in northern California.