a bag of chips...

i want to get
married again, she
says. staring at
the television
as the prince and
his bride kiss
beneath the raised
veil. i want a
beautiful wedding,
one with rose
petals scattered
about, and music
and pageantry,
and a horse drawn
carriage to carry
us towards our
beautiful
lives as we depart
the cathedral
where people are
weeping with joy
over our love and
committment. i want
dancing and wonderful
food, and a cake
as sweet and white
and satisfying
as our love is for
one another. hey,
sounds great, i
tell her. i'm heading
out to the 7-11,
for a paper and
some beer,
need anything?
get me a bag
of chips, she says,
standing in front
of the tv crying,
better make it
a large bag.
family size.