Articles/Essays – Volume 28, No. 2
Cereal Polygamy
One of his had just spilled
some Cheerios, and one of hers
was griping over the Grapenuts.
He was about to holler
for his new wife, when the name
of one of his exes rose up
and caught in his throat—
and he almost choked on the notion
that nothing is really ever over,
that maybe they were all going to have to live
together unhappily forever after, because God
had found this crazy way
to bend the rules. Meanwhile,
there was a small mess to attend to,
and a complainer to console,
and new life number three to get on with
in a life that just kept unraveling,
but refused to come to an end.