Grooms
aisha
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Aisha, do not focus on the ring.
Energy, romance racing through your jeans.
And down the hall, parents wishing they were dead
because someone somewhere put a promise in your head.
Does
it
feel
alright?
How
does
it
feel?
Nailed to the floor.
Your ponytail goes on for days.
Forevermore, you're lacerated, un-abstained.
Activity is enough
when activity is in love.
Does
it
feel
alright?
How
does
it
feel?
These are my primitive feelings on sophisticated dealings