to never
have been married.
the first one
lasted just a few months.
we were peach fuzzed kids.
she walked back
to her mother's
home one evening
with a toaster oven
under her arm, an
uncle's
wedding gift
and that was it.
the second one was in
a foreign country.
not even in our language,
who knows what was
really said, or agreed
to. completely in lust
and out of our heads.
strike that one
off the list.
and the third, well.
what can be said about
that one,
that hasn't already
been said.
the psychiatrists and priests
agree,
that that one we should
just forget.
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