Wedding – Emily Rechnitz I stumbled in high heels across the wood chips of the Christmas-tree farm to take my place with the other guests under coarse pine boughs. In a coned damsel cap the bride glimmered through the woods, materialized at the altar microphone. In the barbecue line his mother whispered on my neck, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Emily Rechnitz
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