We might both sleep with lights on, you
keeping fear at bay,
and I afraid of waking up blind to pen
and page.
It's true that we are satisfied,
'gainst friends' and parents' wishes
With our figures and our forms, and
find each other's delicious.
It's true that neither of us think of
marriage
As a lace-white fairy-tale-layered
icing-carriage.
It's a commitment to all time, every
time, at any time,
But you use all your time to learn, and
I to write,
Pursuits which we would never bear
sacrificing.
We agree on all of these most important
things,
and that's why I can't see us working.
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