SARAH KOENIG

Wedding

 

we had our wedding at Pottery Barn
because the candles smelled like cinnamon
 
the candles were able to light other candles
the fake paperwhites in their pots looked so real
 
and they were real
for all intents and purposes
 
and so were the butterflies stitched onto pillows
their wings caught in static arcs of ecstasy
 
I raised a $15 wine glass of mulling spice mix
and you poured in hot water
 
in the storeroom we piled up gift cards and Creuset pans
grain storage for future winters
 
we danced all night on a rug
marked down from $599 to $519
 
nor did we feel guilty
crashing on the white couch
 
feet up and lipstick smeared
the clerks all gone home


Sarah Koenig lives in Seattle, WA. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Calyx, Mudlark, DIAGRAM, Barrow Street, Stringtown and Forklift, Ohio, among other journals. Her work has also appeared in Washington 129, an anthology of Washington state poets, and on King County transit as part of the Poetry on Buses project.