weddings.

there's something about a white dress
and everyone standing up
on their tippy tip toes stretching
to get a good look at you and
a good vertical headshot to put on
facebook/myspace/twitter
while you walk down the aisle with
your daddy

and you reach him
the man that you dreamed of
who seemed to have manifested himself
from old games of M.A.S.H. at 7th grade slumber parties
and now he is here in front of you
professing to the whole world that
you are his lady
you're everything he needs
and more
[he wanted you to walk down
the aisle to that song but you
said if he wants to marry luther
he could play it all he wants]

and then you kiss and then
you take pics and then
the reception is next
your uncles are drunk and toasting
to everyone and anyone who is listening
and his evil great aunts are whispering
in the corner about how the flowers in
the centerpiece arent classically tasteful
but it doesnt even matter
on a day like today you have
the rest of your lives to deal with the
mundane