Wedding with First Boyfriend

After forty years, we know everything
that can & does go wrong—five divorces
between us. The more we drink
and talk, the more his teenaged face

peeks out, a starved cat in the ruins.
The hungry looks I loved slink there—
the eyes, the lips, the joking voice.
He has let himself go.  Go where?

He has settled for a cupboard when we
once owned the very palace
where this young couple shines,
arrogantly beautiful and clueless.

When we part, I miss his hapless
come-on. Yet who was ever happier
than we were then, all those hours we spent
on that rank couch in the basement?

How was this man defeated, who used to sing
and play me Lay Lady Lay on his guitar?
Who, driving to the movies, used to kiss
my fingers in the dark of the car.

Listen to this poem:

Wedding with First Boyfriend by Barbara Ungar

Photo used under CC.

Poem read by Barbara Ungar and recorded by Leanne Ungar.


About Author


Barbara Louise Ungar's latest book, Charlotte Brontë, You Ruined My Life, was a poetry best-seller for Small Press Distribution upon its arrival this spring from The Word Works. Prior books include Thrift and The Origin of the Milky Way, which won the Gival Press Poetry Award, a Silver IPPY, an Eric Hoffer Award, and the Adirondack Center for Writing Poetry Award. She is an English professor at the College of Saint Rose in Albany, New York.

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