The foreshadowing: a poetry of leave-taking on the nuptial cards.

Overwhelmed, she was. The white trousseau of faux baubles, the rock candy for keeps in her mother's box.

She had become too happy with the bridesmaid who smokes; her medication withdrawals made him leave for breakfast coffee somewhere at six.

He was a bundle of nerves with his mother fattening him up like a two year old---the mother was a basket case: disturbed by the muck and dearth and the absence of her coney island view.

And now he drowns in golf re-runs on that couch that used to be theirs.

And now she sleeps in her daddy-bought-four poster alone.


The sad waters each evening. The bedclothes will never dry.




the poem of leave-taking on her nuptial card