poses raze every member of the wedding party was at least ten years younger than me. they stood in front of a thirty-six-room mansion that meant nothing to them. like everything else in the park, it was a prop they didn't have to pay for. the bride held a leather strap that kept her toy dog from flying away. the dog growled and tried to bite the best man while a woman in sweats documented the carnage with her dslr. a pyramid of iphones sunned themselves in the grass, dreaming of sentience. divorced from the technology that allowed them to communicate without speaking, the men and women in designer suits and dresses were reduced to parroting a series of empty catchphrases. while they cycled through studied smiles and shifted their posture and amused themselves with jokes devoid of setup or punch line, a fat limo bus sat in the parking lot. it idled for over an hour, souring the air with overpriced diesel fumes and assaulting my ears with ceaseless engine noise. i didn't need to see through the tinted windows to know the driver was texting the whole time. 220504 what's it to you? who go blather from