—at Alice Shaw’s request
What are we wearing to the wedding?
Breasts! says One
Oh, Silly! says Two—She meant red dress!
This, a Wedding? & I the stalk of me the terse talk of me the bodas-balk of me Bridesmaid? & the Others white tan brown black five of us crew accrued they of the big breasts beside the bent stem of me the look-at-them of me and now comes the Bride red-shoed snockered/pie-eyed reels down the aisle words read bridegroom farpast smashed (the moms & dads aghast) and in the powder room they press the so-much-less of me beseech the red crease of me Tell us if our boobs are falling out as if I had none & they in their largesse Already are, I say No—says Four (hem on the wet floor)—I mean falling out More! & they laugh haha/fling back the door & out we go into the drunken dee-jayed reeling antennaed me spindly me on SECURITY Your left boob’s falling out to One Watch that strap to Three then sick of it still in the thick of it mere Mimi of me amid these Brunhildes of boobs sweatsteamy bamboo slip of me amid swaying baobabs of boobs third Bunny Hop now halfway through Macarena coming due shouting My name’s Kate—what’s yours? & Four (Reina Boracha de Piñas Coladas) says Oh, Kate—YOU drunk TOO? You know me, I’m ARIANA & No you’re not, I say, You’re AREOLA & her OH MY GOD OH MY GOD intentional, announcementional the bad act of it the laughing & stuffing it back into the faux-silk sack of it & oh I stepped back from that track must see the sure-to-come-too-tall-red-shoe fall and it was horse on horse whitegirl on top of course all slo-mo all slack all Bad Wedding sound track bent leg/bare breast/bare back & there was I the good-to-be-alone of me the sentient skin & bone of me the Get Me Goddamn Home of me…