should have slept in that day

it was raining that day.

dark and dreary.

the day

we went down to get the marriage

license.

it was cold.

windy.

i was hungry,

tired.

she seemed determined though,

needing

a place

to live and money to live

off of

since her married

boyfriend

went back to the wife,

and cut off her

cash flow.

where else was there to go?

i couldn't see

the sticker stuck to the back

of my clothes,

saying sucker.

i think it was fifty bucks

at the little

metal window, where

we both signed the agreement,

and an old woman

named Alma,

stamped 

the piece of paper, and said

good luck

in a foreboding

tone.