“He didn’t invite me to the wedding. Am I some kind of ghost? A few roses blown open. People kept trooping back and forth in downpour to view the thorny stalks. I saw the photos. Am I shameful? Even from far away you can tell someone’s age by how her body moves. What bird by the steadiness of its win…”— Melissa Stein, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, wedding, Ghosts, Marriage Vows