-a cut on my leg, from the door of the portable bathroom with faux granite walls
-a bug bite on my hairline
-a tiny scab on my chin
-a smaller cut on my leg in the same spot from who knows what
-a scab on the back of my neck
-purple glitter toenails
-photobooth pictures that I’m not in
-a flower crown in my fridge
-twenty-five small bobby pins
-a sticky spot from leftover hairspray that won’t quit
-three commemorative glasses
-the ghost of a sparkler burn, in my palm, under my heel
Erin, I love how your list poem recreates the outdoor wedding and a point of view (“photobooth pictures that I’m not in”).
And why do we wonder why weddings are fearful things?
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