a ‘tahiti blue’ satin bridesmaid dress, floor length, to be worn with silver heels

by suzy: a pre-wedding observer

bridal showers for a best friend
that you realize you have never
ever
ever ever ever
had one real fight with
make it all worth it:
the trip home, how weird nj is to you,
money on a gift money on a dress
that 5 other girls will be wearing,
standing next to me

but a confession:
the dress is really pretty
and someone will do my hair & makeup
something i will not refuse

hundreds of gifts are opened:
domestic life in this boxed version
looking scarier to me by the minute;
i want unmatched thrift store mugs
or maybe handmade by me, but,
not 7 place settings of lenox china,
no matter how pretty the pattern
may be.

i write down who gave what:
what family is lucky enough
to have an aunt flossie
AND an aunt midge?
i mean, really!

the afterparty:
the entire household arguing the
insaness/ridiculousness/merits/bs
of charlie sheene.
i refuse to know anything about him
tv stars drug addicts sitcoms scripts
i leave that all to others to care about

some aunt gave pot as a shower present:
each mother in law is happy about this.

one mother says to the other:
‘you havent seen that photo album?
i have so many times!
i come here when they arent here.
they dont mind. they dont KNOW!’
ha. unbelievable. yet so so believable.

the groom to the bride:
he makes my friend laugh.
he makes us all laugh.
he doesnt try to impress any of us.
yet he is always impressed with himself.
that type of guy.
im happy she is marrying him,
even though she is a blond bombshell and
can marry some guy with 10 porsches
if she wanted, and he might never have one.
bc he makes her laugh
and i can just see them laughing for years
and years: while we get older and get together
in the livingroom to smoke pot and have
philosophical tabloid-y conversations.

About suzyloves

i am flowers on the side of the road. 'yes' and 'joy' are important to me. i may not re-read what i write, and i never won a spelling bee, but i do hope you enjoy. the world is getting larger, and i fear our 'human-ness' is growing smaller. this is my attempt to connect. i do love you and i do miss you, so this is my hand reaching out so we can all be love <3
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