Poetry By
Adam Z. Robinson
Published on: 2/26/2008
Photograph: A family gathering
Three of us. All dressed in brotherly love and smart, pressed shirts. One after another we arrived late. Fashioned just so.
Published on: 10/5/2007
Bride & Groom
Paused, poised for eternity in this snap both holding the knife that cut you in half. Two rare smiles, here on paper, stopped by the foreverness of bound fingers. Held together by tape, now, I understand the picture: For the two of you this was just dessert. And it's not the tear down the picture that hurts But I can't figure out which was worse, more fake: Your marriage or the synthetic couple on top of the cake.
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