Marrying the Wind
I proposed to the wind and the wind said yes but now we are encountering extreme difficulties putting together our wedding registry. The wind wants feathers, dust bunnies, confetti. It has no interest in candelabras. The wind wants only things that can be carried on its soft voice. I want all the seasons of Breaking Bad. The wind cannot appreciate Walter White, but it may like to carry away a cloud of smoke. I am unsure if my love can be held in the wind’s arms. Nothing is softer than the wind’s arms it loves to hold hands with my hair. But I want to fight about this espresso machine the wind doesn’t want. The wind cannot pick up the registry scanner so I am forced to do all the booping. Cornmeal boop. Flour boop. Wood shavings boop. I buy a Diet Coke and the wind takes the receipt. I scream into the wind and the wind screams back.
~ by Brett Elizabeth Jenkins