Poetry

June 15, 2013      

At the Bar by Vanessa Jimenez Gabb

There is a wedding
If you look past the football on television
You can see the white
Of the bride’s dress
A mermaid dress
A snow queen
And the black water of her hair

The music loud and flooding
Into the music of this room
They say it’s cheaper to do these things
On Sundays and it must be even less
To rent out one of the rooms beside others
Where people are foolish

The bride passing, stops
The men slam each other
And sweat hard and hurt themselves and this mother
Squeals pointing her daughter to the long hair
To the lace
Of the dress as it passes in front
Isn’t it an absolute dream?
The girl mouth open
Looking out at the field

IMG_2548 (1)About the author:

Vanessa Jimenez Gabb received her MFA in Poetry from CUNY Brooklyn College. Her most recent work is forthcoming in Pieces of Cake and was a semi-finalist in the 2012 USC Gold Line Press Poetry Chapbook Contest. She is the founder of fivequarterly.org and lives in Brooklyn, NY.

    1 comment to At the Bar by Vanessa Jimenez Gabb

    • MJ

      This is dope. When I read it before clicking to read more it was shaped like a prose poem w/o periods. It read mindblowingly good both ways.

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