Amy Schreibman Walter

Amy Schreibman Walter is an American writer living in London. Her work has appeared in dozens of journals on both sides of the Atlantic, and her latest chapbook, Houdini’s Wife and Other Women, was recently published by Dancing Girl Press. You can find Amy at www.amyschreibmanwalter.com. Twitter: @amyswalter
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WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHS

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My groom wears confetti on his collar.

Tiny hearts the size of fingertips

run loose over his dark blue suit.

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A long white lily rests on his lapel,

cleaned of dirt, wrapped in silk.

Stem points towards his heart.

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We hold hands under an archway

of brick and mossy vines,

October leaves.

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He has the best hands,

never any sweat on his palms.

His fingers gently trace my knuckles.

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He whispers a funny story

about his mother

in my left ear. We giggle.

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Kiss, we are told. Look down,

Look at each other, look down,

Kiss, look straight ahead. We are

married, giggling and married.

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KARAOKE IN KEY WEST

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It happens everywhere here.

Every song, a love song.

I used to roll my eyes at sentimental.

But now

I want to sing along.

I hope you don’t mind…

that I put it down in words…

this is your song.

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Songs spill out of bars, out of tune.

Three women on a stage,

short skirts, broken smiles.

Thunder only happens

when it’s raining…

players only love you

when they’re playing.

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Open, lipsticked mouths,

contorted faces, emotional,

like an orgasmic gasp.

And what you had…and what you lost…

This used to be my karaoke song.

When the rain washes you clean,

you’ll know. You’ll knoooooow….

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And along Duval. Southernmost

Point, faint smell of pot.

Water laps, fitfully.

Key West is a little bit perfect.

Key West is a little bit broken.

Small clusters of stars shine

above the Atlantic.

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And every night, at the end of the street

there’s a woman standing

at the tip of America.

She looks a little like Joni,

guitar open, gravelly voice.

I could drink a case of you…

and I’d still be on my feet…

I’d still be on my feet.

And I miss you –

the way only a dreamy love song knows.

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