Last night I dreamt I got married.
Forget the church bells, confetti, and romance.
We're talking a backyard DIY reception,
With 20 or more severe-looking Greek women sitting at round tables,
Viciously picking on my ivory chiffon dress.
At my humble table (intently tucked away from the others) were Miss Chew and a few friends.
I was free from self-pity.
In fact, I was so resigned to it,
My cheeks were ruddy with cheap red wine.
For those of you who have heard me relating the dream about being picked up on my wedding day in a white super-modified Holden Commodore,
You'll find this hilarious.

Tealights masked by textured husks,
High ceilings and ivory drapes,
Starfruit daiquiris laced with
Laughter from the stomach,
Frangipannis in ceramic bowl,
French fries, soft shell crab - happy food.
Afternoon beers accompanied by
Salt-glazed hair and cheeks,
Gamelan for the day;
Operatic drama (think Eric Serra) for night.

What would you be if you were an animal; a fruit; tree; vegetable; state?
Him: armadillo; longan; redwood; cabbage; california
Her: horse; dragonfruit; magnolia; bittergourd; new york
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That I kiped the moment,
The chance,
At height.
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That as I sat
Hungover and alone,
I packed my life into white boxes.
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That as I knelt by the tall glass of G&T
I questioned the veracity
Of it all.
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Between our colours of orange and black
I muttered words of the moment, then took them back again.
Only to reoffer them years later.
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That as I shared parting drinks with those who bothered
The tears etched a certain clarity.
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When I turned my back on the one lifelong commitment I consented to,
The sun shone on my last day in Melbourne.
I'm so sorry baby girl.
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That as I tender gratitude
For friendship, and strength,
The plane lands and
I am home.
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