he told me how he
carried his new bride across
the threshold.
rice still in her hair.
the whipped cream of a dress
still on her.
how much fun it all was.
opening the gifts,
looking at the pictures
of friends and relatives.
laughing about
who said what,
did that or this.
and then in a year he told
me how he threw
her out,
back across the threshold.
it was catch and release.
she got the toaster oven,
he kept
the satellite dish.
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