The Wedding Machine

This is worse
than the bride stripped bare by her bachelors, even.

This is like
the machine in the Dr. Seuss story
where the star-bellied sneetches
have their stars removed,
and vice versa.

What you do is,
you climb into the wedding machine
as yourself.

But you when you climb out -
and believe me, you'll hardly
be able to climb out at all -

You will be unrecognizable
to yourself, or the groom,
or any of the guests.

The only place for you
will be in a collage
in some wedding magazine
surrounded by pages and pages
of advertisements for other brides.

Jessy Randall

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