The Quiet Politics of Love

I.

Shoehorn, suspenders, aftershave
Wedding in a warehouse
Down Ashland in hermano’s Honda
Bumping past taquerías,
Body shops and hair salons
None of which
Dad fails to point out.

II.

The candles yet unlit
While the hail outside
Sounds like the clink
Of clean glasses
At the levee bar. Early
To a wedding, it’s
Never been done before.

III.

A pair of headphones
In the street
In the rain

But in the bridal suite
DJ Flowerz is blooming
Like green ivy
Finding
Foothold on the height
Of an unknown building.

IV.

Both
Of our parents
Walk her down the aisle.
They do,
Making it official.

V.

She’s walking away.
He’s dancing after her. No,
Wait—she’s still dancing. Soft,
Sly steps. That’s
Her move.

VI.

The macarena: fadded
Hated
Brought back
Tonight
Hey, it’s underrated
Hey, macarena

VII.

Take a cab, take a Lyft, take the bus.
You’ve taken the world
And arranged the perfect salsa.

The late-nite
Snack table
Is now open. Congratulations.
Thank you for everything.

I’m-a let
The slickness
Of the dance floor
Show me which way
Home.