I do

Flawed, like the half carat he nudged toward me
In the restaurant across town
And blistered like the woman's collagen-swollen lips
At the salon that painted my nails
With a French manicure and fake expense,
I found my future.
My dress from Penny's where I splurged on plastic pearls
For my hungry neck.
I'll walk down the aisle to him,
The cheapest example of true love.
May 21, 2001