she once said that all she dreamed about
was being a mother and not necessarily
a wife. it is funny because all i dreamed
about was being a husband to a mother
that i never had. so she married a man
in boys’ shorts, and i married a woman
with a heart in a nun’s habit with an ace.
two decades later, i am the man i was
meant to be, but it turned out she could
not stand me any more. two decades
later, we discovered she was a rare
gem, but it turned out that i preferred
to hold a simple seashell in my hand
than to admire a rainbow from afar.
hidden pilcrow 