Self-portrait with wedding clothes

I don't know what to say 
when they ask if I want the cloth 
and satin binding, or only the polyester 
sleeves; or if I want a spray of cattleya 
draped on my arm. They lay the hurry-up-
sewn dress on a clean covered mattress, 
put a pair of white strappy shoes right 
by the hem. A gauzy veil froths
like water on top of a pillow
and the rhinestone beads cut 
like tears. When I think about
this moment years later, I can't
even remember the shape of my face.