cheap church,
humid noon.
they said it would
rain. liars.
we're left with sticky
skin: no sparks.
the bride belts it out
with the best,
and on a whim.
some song
about honest
love. can you believe?
the man she ran
away with. poor.
groans float
from the back.
how much, how
much
was this affair
again? the father
looks dead.
he is drunk. and that cat wandering the ranch grounds is no stray.
she's a barn cat, which is what that church used to be. murmurs
will fill the night later. presently the sun swoons across the sky
behind clouds, clouds, clouds. god, we'd love a drop. give us a drop, god,
please. they have still decided to pass out crudités. thank you, thank you god,
and amen.