As presumptuous as it might be, I think we nailed
the sobriety of all the microwaved expectations
out of the marital freezer, none of which exceeded
the level of spasm. And every time we tried to start over
because of some vastly overestimated ability to overcome
our inclination to numbness, it only ever got us as far
as a momentary inflammation of incarcerated souls.
No wonder we barely made it to our honeymoon
graveyard.
hidden pilcrow 