I’m not receptive
to spending time
at the afterparty
of a marriage ceremony.
I’ve never been to the marriage
of a friend, or relative
that I love.
It’s always been my parents
dragging me along.
Chocolate waterfalls
couldn’t make it up to me,
much less this piss poor fountain
and clearly frozen strawberries
my father offers me.
It takes two bites
before I realize,
one day this could be mine.
There will be fresh strawberries
and a damn huge fountain
at my reception.
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