I used up my sick days
over excuses to miss future endeavors.
My physician penned an order;
I was to sleep with Sara
to kill the pain in my faith.
I reworded the note
and we forged ahead,
giving in to the promise
of a memory mistaken
for a drunken slump,
sunk into each other’s arms,
shaken with anticipation,
hoping to get our shit together
before our morning wedding.

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