The Wedding

Undercover
whispers about size
and
the rice.
What will we do with the rice?

Crowded family ties.
Lines of sweaty
palms
caked with
white rice flakes.

My stems, baked
in
sun beams, waiting
for a gleam of
approval.

Shape came easy.
Like he did.
Before and
after the rice.

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