crossed fingers
they can keep their prenups
(and their misery wedding cakes
rotting in the freezer for a year)
i prefer sacred geometry
i think you do too
(call me optimistic
call me naïve)
you and me stranger
have got it made already
—i think you are pure
like the engraving on a new
bar of soap i didn’t expect
to be so perfect and was
reluctant to scrub off—
they want me to expect
disappointment
maybe
but they can keep their
crossed fingers (wondering casually
if they will eat the cake
or hate each other first)
because you
will never wear thin enough
to slip through the slots
in the soap dish
(The Crucible, #15)
