Timothy Pilgrim



            Wedding Rescue


Reflected, men’s room mirror
outdoor wedding, clear sky.
Groom, pierced, tattooed,

struggles, panic in eyes.
Black tux, on right, nice fit,
he wrestles loose tie –

like marriage gone bad,
stretch thin, unknotted again.
Stranger turned savior,

I offer to drape my neck.
Wide end, short, hang to right,
snake over tip. Squeeze,

use two fingers, spread slit.
Slip it in, pull down, adjust
a bit. Loosen the noose,

drop over groom’s head.
Nose ring bright, he smiles.
I pull the knot tight.


Timothy Pilgrim, Tipton Poetry Journal, Issue #34, Summer 2017.