6-28-20
I got married last year under
an October sunset
When I talk about it
it sounds like fiction,
How the golden light
Poured in through
The leaves and our
Best friends stood by
Our sides like a fall
Harvest of berries,
Sweet enough for pie.
How my cheeks hurt from
Smiling and how
We stayed up late
Eating cake and talking.
For months after, and still,
I find Easter eggs of confetti
In pockets and shoes.
Every star perfectly aligned.
The more I think about it,
The more impossible it
Becomes to untangle
The past from the present.
How many teeth did I shed?
How many scraped knees
and bloody noses
and new hands did I
spend turning soil
to unearth this master plan?
I must have cried rivers
and oceans and wished
on every full moon.
It took me lifetimes
To get here,
to find solid ground.
I built this home on
Hangovers and
Diet Coke cans.
I spent lifetimes in
my bathtub, praying to
Epsom salts and
baptizing myself
With lavender.
There is nothing I have
been less prepared for
than happiness.
Whole and warm and juicy.
The first bite of a peach.
The last dream before waking.
Every day with you.
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