I Married You
I married you for all the wrong reasons,
charmed by your dangerous family history,
by the innocent muscles, bulging like hidden
weapons under your shirt, by your naive ties,
the colors of painted scraps of sunset.
I was charmed too by your assumptions
about me: my serenity— that mirror waiting to be
cracked, my flashy acrobatics with knives in the kitchen.
How wrong we both were about each other,
and how happy we have been.
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