the wedding
The heart beats a fervent tattoo
A tribal rhythm, brings to mind flames.
Tears carve raging rivers down my face.
Doors close all over the place,
Slamming violently, causing the building to shudder.
Somewhere, a baby cries out for Mommy.
Palms slick with the juice of irrational fear,
As thoughts fall out of my ears,
I can hear them as they hit the floor.
The arms can’t bend right so that I can bite my nails.
Ligament and muscle turned to yogurt,
Bones that were supporting me transformed to sand.
Teeth chatter so hard that the glass windows breaks.
The shattering sound is oddly calming.
And the only thought that I can make coherent,
The only thing that stays with me,
Is that I may have forgotten to turn off the stove.
