HANKERING
They're holding hands again outside that
Philadelphia church, the one in Center City
with the stained glass windows by John
Comfort Tiffany. I know that all sounds
so fancy, but that's how they brag - to
imagine, a church, bragging about its
million-dollar windows. Then they ask
for your six-pence or dollars for support
and to aid the poor? Rittenhouse Square,
I'm not giving any more. Everybody seems
to like it here - all those weddings and
wedding parties, and the photographers
and people all lined up and posing. Hot
photos. Sweet photos. Cheery photos.
All the kinds of things you remember
to death. Every pastel color in the
rainbow'd world as well seems to pass
here - brides and bridesmaids all as
one : beautiful pictures, beautiful bodies,
beautiful memories and beautiful days.
It's different for guys, well, most guys.
Nowadays so many of them are fey
anyway. They sort of sulk, the guy-guys,
as if being stuck in this 9-hour tuxedo
stuff really brings them down. I guess
a smile is better than a frown - when
you're looking back on these shots
thirty years from now.
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