the wedding gifts

I tell people that it was
a start up marriage,
practice.
just a run through
before the real thing.
it wasn't true love,
how could it be,
she at eighteen and me
just barely twenty one,
still a feathery
boy.
six months was all it took
before she walked home
carrying in her one suitcase
the new toaster
and wine glasses that she
deemed her own.
she took the wedding album
too, and white gown,
which was fine
with me.
I had the t.v.
and the blender,
and a white tuxedo
with black shoes.