that marriage is just like prison,
and as they
say in the Wire,
you're only there for two
days.
the day you get in,
and the day you get out.
she takes a long drink of her mojito,
getting a mint
leaf stuck between her teeth
as she finishes the glass.
you sound bitter,
i tell her.
marriage is a sacrament,
a blessed bond
between you and your loved
one, in the eyes
of friends and family,
and God.
loyalty, trust, adoration
and love.
she taps her empty glass
on the bar,
i'll have what he's drinking,
she tells the bartender.
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