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.