Poem: The Wedding Photographer | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

I want to be the wizard who keeps the trains on time.

I want to be the only man she calls Sailor.

I want to wear her father's ring on a necklace.

I want to be loud on the Western Front.

I want to deny the continuous supply of female flesh.

I want to be a gentleman of leisure with the roughest hands.

I want to stall the morning commute in an early-model sedan.

I want to tell the men I love exactly how I feel.

I want to chew my tongue and wait for blood that isn't coming.

I want to be reminded that she's poisoned if she's fanged.

I want to be entitled and always photogenic.


Honey, let us settle for waking up forgetful.

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