Sunder The Cumerbund Poem by John W. McEwers

Sunder The Cumerbund



The blue suit
I wore at our wedding
was recently victim
to a fit of megalomania

broken robin's egg
trembles in my hand
and a pair of scissors
held like a knife
fills my fist

one more mistake
to write down
when all I wanted
was to let out the waist
to match my new girth

Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: wedding
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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