Lee Pursewarden


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.

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