My Naughty Wedding Ring


My wedding ring slipped off my fingers crossed the street and fell into your pocket

You didn’t know.
So you kept going.
That is what I told myself.

Months passed,

7 ways to live without a ring.

Who needs a rings when you have my heart?

Weddings aren’t rings–

Some books I wrote.
Some lies I told.

One day
You stopped to say hi.
And my wedding ring
Rolled back out of your pocket.

Maybe it was your missing teeth
Or your gutter breath that buoyed it.

I picked it up
Put it on
And acted like
Nothing happened.

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