By Rich Glinnen

The wedding is something
Like two weeks away

Nothing but time
To think about it

Shiny dress shoes, slippery
On shiny floors

Convulsing rodent
Where my joy should be.
Rich Glinnen is a market researcher by day and a writer by night. He enjoys bowling, and eating gruyere with his cats at his home in Bayside, NY. He was nominated for the 2017 Best of the Net Anthology. His poesy can be read in Kenneth Warren’s Lakewood House Organ, Foliate Oak Literary MagazinePetrichor, Rue Scribe, and his tumblr. His wife calls him Taco.