i tied my hands in a bow

by blake ellington larson

i was so nervous at your wedding

i think i cried in my pants

at the ceremony
when all of us stood there
for the photographs

all of us jumping around
bottles and suits
smiles and all

we painted ourselves in pastels

drew limericks in the air of the ocean mist

we smelled something crisp
on the horizon

we tied a ribbon
to the string of the belles
that chimed in the distance

(2008)

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