The summer I turned 14 my grandmother got me totally smashed at a wedding in New Jersey
And somewhere in between that 4th glass of champagne and the 5th Abba song
She turned to me and said, "someday you're gonna have a wedding just like this,
And when you do, please, don't let them play any disco.
I didn't know how to tell her that actually I wouldn't be having any wedding at all.
That I wore these bones like a voice over
When I was really in love with my freind colin.
I thought maybe, just maybe, if i held down this itch underwaterlong enough it might float up blue.
I know what shame feels like.
I have painted my skin with postcard gleam as if the best I could ever do was just reflect someone else's shine-
Friday, May 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life