180 count

the bride gave her Flintstones everyday

but someone pressed pause and

180 never came

In every city run by robots

there are herds of people like cows grazing

on carcinogens

even pepperoni

She was all scales, not a crab

silly stars

Do all babies go to heaven?

thought the groom

She couldn't brush her teeth alone

thought the bride

stupid toothbrush

dna in bristles, the last parts of her

A lethal code

nature or nurture

self-destruction

which stole all the music

Now this house is silent

with Hers

and His

and no solution for misery

This uphill battle of matrimony

isn't worth

the death of a child

divorce me you idiot

Imaging an endless silence everyday

is like staring at her

blue lips

like candy is clutched between her teeth

But they had to use a loop

of thread to keep it shut

didn't they?

because she cried 'til the last

Breath

which stole the heart from

their house

and now they wake to 6'o clock agony

A crystalline glass

spills florid wine

on the Bride's wedding skirts

she wears in secret

Staring at the mirror

is this her baby grown?

if she had not been buried

in duckie pajamas

They were her favorite

though the groom said it

was inappropriate

like shoveling dirt onto a child isn't

Let's try again

we can make another

a clone

not the same

The eggs never stuck

slid right off the pan

so the doctors gave them something called

Clomid to wipe off the grease

Why is blood on the sheets?

conception

concept

a figment of their imagination

180 count

bitter taste of chemical therapy

on his tongue, but

the groom couldn't swallow 180

The bride

hid her tears in the pillow

not strong enough

should she self-medicate?

In the nights

which stretched on

tacky like bubblegum

as she tossed their ring aside

She dreamed of a girl gone

a losing woman

and happy cows

on the television

God could someone please give her a 180?