My First Same-Sex Marriage

Dear Diary:
   

I call it “my first same-sex marriage”
As if it were my wedding.
The State has sanctioned it,
the parents are used to the idea,
the invitations, sent and R.S.V.P.'d.

We sit in a former church, that begat
a recording studio, that begat “an event space.”
Frank Sinatra crooned “Everybody Ought to Be in Love” in this very room.

The groom is diminutive, cute, energetic, an actor.
And the groom is diminutive, cute, studious, a linguist.
The minister, from Universal Life Church,
speaks the vows, the couple assents,
the minister affirms, the couple embraces,
the couple kisses.

Nine-year-old girls are watching
as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

A tenor sings “You'll Never Walk Alone.”
Groom Number One's father finally smiles.
Groom Number Two's mom dabs at a tear.
We're here, zooming through history .

The band strikes up - fast rock 'n' roll.
The nine-year-old girls are dancing with joy.

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