Much like in a marriage, simplicity and directness are virtues in Telaina Eriksen’s wry, tender poem.
bitter, sweet, tart
For Mary Chris and Bob
All marriages are mended garments. In marriages you don’t make it all better; you get over it. –Lynn Darling
marriage is like a church service where
everyone swears and walks
around in their underwear,
straight from the bottle.
no one can tell you
how your skin cells rub off on
each other, how the atoms that
make up your bodies mix,
how your auras start to stick
mistake you for brother and sister.
after a quarter of a century, there
is both terror and relief in
walking into a house where another person
lives and knowing it is your home, too.