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  • Writer's pictureLaura Cooney

Zooming with Bridezilla *

(*A poem written for a friend.)


Quick, hop on!

This gravy train is exhausting but we've got to get aboard.


The ticket I've got says: To Ride.

It's not lost on me. That.


As the carriage I'm in clacks on the rails

A woman appears on the seat opposite mine.


Though, she's not really there.

I see her through ether.


Like the music in her head I have to imagine, and to feel and hope.


I can't be bothered!


But the show must go on.


The ticket guy comes,


When he punches the hole in the ticket I hold it up to my eye.


In the light that glimmers through, there is a vista I like,


Where there are no trains, but motorbikes.


There I'll be free,


There I can Zoom,


But, not with Bridezilla.


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Suzanna Lundale
Suzanna Lundale
25 thg 6, 2022

Love this piece. This, in particular, is stardust:

"Like the music in her head I have to imagine, and to feel and hope. "

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