He tried
he tried real real hard to wrap his head around her blonde logic
he tried real real hard to wrap his head around her blonde logic
he knew she
they she and her husband were going to celebrate their eighth wedding anniversary
they had plans
but hed been sick
he had been sick almost as long as
they had been married
though not apparent as a youth or teenager
it lurked
as monsters choose to lurk at the edge of darkness
paying out more and more line
paying out more and more line
making
one feel very safe for the things they thought they saw occurring out of the
corner of their eyes
that they werent really there
they werent real
then provided in an exhale
that flawless perfectly relaxed fearless exhale
it sprang out
Terrifying! Horrible!
thats tough
but tougher
buried
deep in their vows
buried deeper
than their emotional promises(performances) of forever love
than their emotional promises(performances) of forever love
their truly
of-the-moment romantically inspired heartfelt stoked pronouncements
committed
by their hands to paper in blood
read word-for-word to each other
read word-for-word to each other
before their
adoring somber family and friends(audience)
buried deeper
are the vows they committed to recited in
the sonorous voice of their celebrant
the unflinching unrelenting vows to love honor and
obey to cherish
in sickness
and in health
when intoxicated
so easily vowed
the intoxicant was wearing thin
under the awful reality of Life living and mundane obligation
under the awful reality of Life living and mundane obligation
you make a promise
there is no its-too-hard provision in that promise
there is no its-too-hard provision in that promise
a promise that was not solicited or pandered
a promise up-front
brass-tacks no nonsense
perhaps as a flimsy defense or excuse their parents did not caution deliberation or suggest
they give it a little time
an eighteen and a seventeen year old might not be fully formed
but Gaaaad would know better than they
He didnt heave railroad ties in their way
did He
their anniversary tripped on his
bowels
he became so constipated his
feces petrous
he needed to be hospitalised
but she felt he could redeem them
perhaps the painkillers induced him
furthur
she posted a running 24/7 loving commentary of their stay on book of Face
compleat with
videos snapchats and selfies
and always she in the foreground primped a made-up face
in the background out of focus barely discernible he smiled
she professed into the oblivious unblinking eye of her iphone
This
Was True Love
she couldnt be happier
without her cellphone
without book of Face
how could she possibly otherwise attest to her undying love care and devotion
he understood
he
really really did
without them
no one could possibly know how
much she loved her husband
she couldnt go viral
afternoon, Friday,
17 7. 15
0138, Sunday,
19 7. 15
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