32 and Counting

Unmarried girls fantasize romantically
about perfect unions
parties about those unions
and offspring
without knowing the full extent
of the reality that births
from that union…

daily compromise, constant
contact even when the co-signer’s
morning breath reeks
insults through the pores
onto the nice clean laundry
that no one folds
left waiting for attention that is
owed to sterilized linens
neutered dreams

Growing older without
the other half makes the whole
enough

But 33 sneaks up
and so does he–
damn it.

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