Rachel, Hanging
RACHEL, HANGING
two weeks before your wedding
you decided to hang
yourself in the closet
like an old blouse or
dress you no longer
intended to wear. perhaps,
it was too difficult
to think about ironing
out the wrinkles, sorting
through your winter thoughts,
giving yourself over to another season.
it was january. two feet of snow
and counting. you left the window
open and the white roses on the sill
cracked and crumpled, turned to ice. the only color
in the room was the green and yellow striped tie
which gleamed like frozen algae around your neck.
you had stolen it from your father’s
dresser knowing that sooner
or later it would serve a purpose.
the closet door was closed,
the wedding gown cut to shreds,
the pieces gathered in a drift
around your bent knees. you always hated
the time of weddings, the pastel colors. you left a note
that said: i do, i do, i do
and slipped the ring around your slender neck.
Copyrighted
May 20, 2011
Jim Brewer
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