if she didn't live
on the twentieth floor
i might have married her.
i just couldn't see
carrying groceries
up in the elevator,
talking to people,
having to answer questions
about what i bought,
listening to what they think
about iodized versus
sea salt.
petting their dogs,
talking about
the weather.
if she had lived on
the first floor,
with a sliding glass
balcony door,
we'd be on our honeymoon
by now,
madly in love
forever and ever.
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