I wish I had a suit for weddings,
another suit for funerals, but
celebrations start and end the same.
The uniform for every date that
becomes an anniversary, suspended
in an uncertain closet until
the next big day. A mostly monochromatic
costume, with shoulders fitting square
and stiff to help you stand up straight,
and slimming black pinstripes designed
by French-Italian coffee names.
Accessories may vary — try
the skinny tie this time, with matching
turquoise button-down to brighten
the attire and tell the world that
it’s newlyweds, instead of waking life.
But the mourning after either finds it
hanging up again, waiting for the day
when you might lose another friend.