oops i did it again, she said

i joined you solemnly but

remember a distinct inability to speak above a whisper

those tender vows, which was not privacy as i claimed,

but shame that i already knew

with your belly button penis and

your unbending pedantry

and your posturing as a man

of the world

you were my punishment

for years of ratso fatso

and extramarital activities

and being mostly worried about, anyhow

black sheep don't give a shit if

marriage lasts a lifetime.  the luster

of promises is worn by those deadened

in the luxurious soft walls of unbusted boxes.