Adventures in Iowa

The Politics of Marriage

It was toast that brought us together
And without the toast
We were finished.

We disagreed on everything
Including toast.

Make one more piece of toast that way
And I’m leaving you.

All we wanted really was toast
The same toast that everybody else had
Or didn’t have
Fought over
The toast that brought us together
And the toast that drove us apart.

Toast, you said,
Is that what you really want?

Yes, toast.

Do you promise to love and cherish
Play scrabble
Make toast
Tart up now and again?

Clean the seeds out of your teeth
The detritus from the front yard
Make toast?

Are you going to make that ****-ing toast?

When marriage is trivial
When marriage is not trivial —
It is trivial when you have it
When you don’t it is of the highest consequence.

You want toast?
Marry me.

I married you for your toast.
Why not, marriage isn’t political
It’s love–
It’s love.

Plodding away we are through toast
And leaving our socks around the room
Empty toothpaste tubes
Not enough aspirin for the headaches you’ve given me —

Someone to curl up with on Sunday night
These lowly blessings of life
Passed up passion ages ago
As the enduring legacies of marriage,

Keep the politics in your pajamas
I will —

Toast please
Not burnt
All the toast I want
Whenever I want it.

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