(for R and Y)
He sat at the table and cheerfully pulled out a handful of hair,
She sat aglow and riffed words more than I’d ever seen her do.
I expected to dream about affliction that night
Instead I was unexpectedly made so happy
That I dreamt of revelry, giggly fish, and candy-colored lights.
Now I think about those two
And how well they make it seem
As though everything’s on plan
Except for the unexpected wedding
And the confused, we‘re-leaving-right-now trips to the hospital.
They do such a terrific job
Such a wonderful, slap-up, first-class job
That I’m simultaneously
Really, really happy for them
And surprised and embarrassed when I identify envy.
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