26 How Real Is the Marriage?

In terms of real, this is a nail stuck in
your heel, the stickiness of an unfinished lollipop,
the shock of a sewing needle in your bed—
well yes, this would mean every last bit is true,
everything would be real. Wait. I could have lied—I could be a fibber—
and when I say monogamous, I mean polygamous.
I have married each one of them, a list full of loves.
The list could keep going on, lists of rings, bouquets, and
let’s not start on the cakes. Each husband taking care
of me—one making dinner with water boiling in
the pot. One with a diaper change, and another
sleeping in bed. One is on the phone, another
showering with shampoo dripping down his neck, and
each one waits for me to walk in the door.