The Night Before My Wedding

There is nothing
quite like an inclosed body of water crammed
with blood-ties and intimates. I'm not sure
if I've still "got it" or ever did in a two-piece and it's not
the time to wonder. I see him
swishing water around like a child. He asks
if I want to sit in the hot tub. I run up
slide down
wonder why everyone expects me to act
differently. Back
turned while he watches
water seep over tiles into grates. The pool
closes. He pulls me back
rinses me off says
words in response to mine walks me
on printed carpet to a room
where girls are painting fingernails and exchanging
pants. I kiss him
lingering
as they slur a variety of Ws and As.