Marriage Is Overrated

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Marriage Is Overrated

"Marriage"(n.): Legally after 18,
socially at 25,
economically after 30,
logically never.


And yet.

The flowers arrive.
The cake nobody actually wanted.
The relatives who cry
for reasons only they understand.
The vows which are essentially
a legally binding promise
to split the thermostat argument
for the rest of your life.



At 18 you sign anything.
Love is a document
you read with your chest
and not your eyes.

At 25 the aunties win.
Not because they are right 
but because they are "present"
and relentless
and they know where you live.

At 30 you do the math.
Two incomes, one rent,
shared subscriptions,
the economics of loneliness
finally outweighed
by the economics of "us"

And logically?

Logically, it makes no sense 
two people promising forever
in a world where forever
averages about eleven years
before someone, 
changes the Netflix password.


Nobody tells you about the Tuesday.

The one where love sits across from you
in yesterday's shirt,
chewing loudly,
asking what's for dinner
before the last dinner
is even cleared.

The one where you argue
about how to fold a towel 
and you are both,
somehow,
completely right.



Overrated, yes.

But nobody tells you either
about the hand found in the dark
without looking 

how "that" happens
logically never,
economically by accident,
socially despite everything,

and legally,
just barely,
in time.


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