{"id":3688,"date":"2026-05-18T18:24:01","date_gmt":"2026-05-18T18:24:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3688"},"modified":"2026-05-18T18:24:01","modified_gmt":"2026-05-18T18:24:01","slug":"wedding-miracles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=3688","title":{"rendered":"Wedding Miracles"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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What I loved — besides the volumes
of taffeta on the Korean mother\u2019s\u00a0dress,\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the fleshy glow of the slightly
older bride,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the plodding priest with his
fifty mentions of Christ,\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the guests, as various as\u00a0
petals on all the bouquets,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With their canes, and Ivy ties,
decollet\u00e9s,\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

all the accents, the Slavs vodka-
scented, Koreans with a certain
sly detachment,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the toasts, like in a film,
the miracle of love drifting down —\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was the man, out of place like the rest,
telling a bawdy story of standing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

at the urinal many weddings ago,
when something drifted from his inner coat pocket

as he stood pissing beside an editor —
his poem, having escaped confinement,
landed in the froth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gentle man, already zipped up,
delicately picked the page up by its corner<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and published it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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