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there is a boy in a blue suit
at my daughter’s wedding.
he’s got slicked back hair
eyes that should be gold
but are a deep brown.
he tells me his name before I ask
“Alex”
says he’s trying to meet someone.
I look around and he points to the bar.
I haven’t eaten all day.

when it’s over
I have a date to scream in the park.
I have a tan coat I’ll wear.
I’ll slick my hair back like
the boy in the blue suit
remind myself I have pockets
full of
sand
receipts
ticket stubs
and then go home
a little more exhausted than I was.