well...the salmon was goodA Poem by Anna AuelWeddings: an exercise in forcing others to your will, says the anonymous attendee in row five, filling in the lines of my mask with pleasant forbearance, forgiving much--“you’re going like that? Wearing that?”--
in the hope that death will come soon, anticipating release and
waiting for the alcohol to take affect"but no, remembering that I am at a dry wedding drinking sparkling cider. so the mask turns to one of horror of glazed eyes no amount of rock candy from the candy bar can alleviate. Found a near-empty wine bottle in the basement of the church and exulted and drank the dregs in a few gulps, jealous that the bridal party had such a benefit I was bereft of"hoping to curl up and forget my useless self, to return home with diminished identity and the realization that I wasn’t strong enough. not this time. In order to survive a wedding. © 2012 Anna AuelReviews
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Added on July 22, 2012Last Updated on July 22, 2012 Tags: weddings, identity, loneliness, alienation, postmodern AuthorAnna AuelShepherdstown, WVAboutI graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..Writing
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