do you dance at weddings?

everything borrowed and everything blue, when the music starts she thinks it’s for something else. some funeral somewhere in Poland. but everyone is watching her. waiting for her to start walking so she does. not everyone is watching, the priest has to take him by the elbow and turn him to look, but he just glances and turns his eyes to the ceiling. she is walking and wants to touch her hand against her belly, but if she does she thinks everyone will know. she wants to rub the satin in circles like tv has shown her to do, a universal sign, but she doesn’t. the music is going and the walk seems so long and if she could only touch her belly. with two hands, just to see the room stop. and say This wasn’t my idea, I wanted no part of this. but who says that here, in this place, with this music?