July 15th, 2022
I’m wearing a wedding ring. you
put it on. and I did for you –
think of squeezing it over
the knuckle. and there is a feeling –
a hard one to sculpt. not love,
which we both know the shape of.
I’d guess it’s a flavour of comfort –
an isotope. like putting on shoes
in the morning. like wearing a jacket
the first day of autumn; not needing
the heat yet but knowing your look
for at least the next couple
of months. and you look so
beautiful – everyone’s thinking it,
as they normally do of a bride.
though I like to think this time
they mean it more – I do as well.
we’re happy. I’m happy. I thought
that I’d be more self-conscious.
never done anything that wasn’t
so obvious – this is commitment
I think. like looking at traffic
as it comes from the distance;
deciding your time to cross over.