My Wedding
 
My wedding will be unconventional:
I will wear a gold lame' sarong
I will carry a bouquet of shredded bank statements
A hundred and seven starlings will dance at my reception
And my Kaluah soaked cake will be topped by a column of sculpted chocolate
draped in caramel ribbons
One live ladybug will sit on my third finger in leui of a ring.
 

from October, 2001 issue

Merika Edmonds