Andrea Cohen

Bridal

I didn’t want
a wedding—I
wanted cake.
I didn’t
want cake
so much
as I wanted
those figurines
atop sweet tiers.
I didn’t want
the figurines, not
really. What I
wanted was
to be them—
hard and plastic,
machined
into being
with another,
as alive as
an ornament
can be,
on a sea
of buttercream,
someone taking
a bite of me,
someone thinking
I might be real.

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