The Opiate, Summer Vol. 10
Screen Tests From A Marriage Jason Michael Martin
Wedding Morning Today’s endeavor is to find the reason. I have cigarettes and a tuxedo, but I feel impatient and inspiration is needed. After all, it is my wedding day.
“Welp, today’s the big day,” she said. “How do you feel?”
With nothing better to do until the ceremony, I went to visit my sister at the Sun & Sea Lodge, a one and a half star motel about half a mile outside of town.
“I feel like Buster Keaton. Waiting for the train to sweep me away.”
She answered the door in a terry cloth robe embroidered with a different hotel’s name. We went inside and she sat close to me at the end of the bed. We both stiffened for a moment and then she smiled weakly.
46.
She had not yet put on her makeup and I could see nervousness in her face.
She leaned over and squeezed my throat affectionately. We sat that way for a few seconds, her choking me until I pounded on her forearm a few times and then pantomimed suffocation. She slid her arms away and rose from the bed. “Well, I’m going to go freshen up for the big day,” she announced, walking away on her toes and
