Marriage. There are so many weddings I would like to attend this year, having never been to a wedding before, eager to see if anyone sneezes during the holding of the peace. I want to follow the bride lines of sight, snap a photo of any suspect beads of sweat. I wish years of happiness to you boys and girls who missed your chance with Ash and Caitlin, people I have known non-Biblically on-line for longer than I have known any of my IRL-friends save two (one of whom is marrying soon, as well, making it so that Alex and I can finally dust off our Michelin guide to post-nuptial bated banter).
I would never wish unbridled happiness to newlyweds, though, and am sure to build up the elbow-caused calluses in my side for it, but that kind of ceaseless bliss is not meant for the faint of heart. But I do hope the valleys are green and unpaved.
I knew a boy who had sex for the first time and said,
“I want to marry you.”
And he heard,
“Silly. We are married.”
And he replied,
“Then I want to marry you all over again.”
And she said,
“Sleep, baby. There’s time.”
Work. There is an adorable twitch underneath my left eye when I am overwhelmed with work, so at this moment the left side of my face is an irresistible blur, while the right carries on stoic and staid. It is that twitch what keeps me from interjecting my conversations with profane suggestions that are well outside the box. Because that twitch alone is damn near enough to get me arrested.
When I am busy with work,
My belly is round.
I am pregnant with possibility.
Babies. Mine are not the best, and I am plenty happy for it.
When I was out,
He would sneak into my room,
Eat oranges on the edge of my bed,
And leave the peels on the ceramic stove.
7 comments:
Those ducks are thinking, 'The fools suspect nothing.'
Sure, they look fuzzy and cute, but they're all about the death and destruction.
did you dream about flying?
sir, ooh! we'll kill you through heart disease and overpriced pate! scary! bah. i'm so scared.
miss syl, almost! but i got detained by homeland security when i showed up naked.
damn you brandon, for such beauty.
i'd never wish unbridled happiness on anyone. i imagine it'd only make the valleys that much darker.
my left eye twitches too. if things get really bad, the right starts too, as if my eye tics were competing with each other for attention, junior high boys shy, but awkwardly trying to win the girls' eyes.
oh, and brandon? everyone knows the trick at the airport is strategically placed vegetables. for that homeland security will applaud you, maybe even give you a nice hand on the ass.
Ducks!
This was good.
That second photo. The colors. Wonderful.
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