couple's therapy 2 (1/13/21)

if you find yourself committed, then

know this: you must smile for every camera at the

vanilla cake wedding. romanticize the way our house

fries and fizzles upon its burning. i remember lying 

to myself and in bed at our nightly date, bloody and 

spinning on your sick pottery wheel, spit bubbled and 

staring, a bumbling baby swaddled, seeing how the

fairy lights on my ceiling kaleidoscoped and twisted

in glitter glue moves, glassy in teary eyed monotony. it’s 

hard to adore some days for the sake of sick: you get 

glimpses of them in the mirror at first daylight. i hate 

our gaudy rings, their rigid expectations, the way they

glitter and glisten, yelling and throwing chrome vases

under the light of the moon--no. for the sake of our

marriage. for the sake of our commitment, we stayed 

so long.