By misti
Date: 28 January 1998

cosmic joke

  all our friends wondered how it happened
    what a bizarre match
     you, a white trash stoner bad boy from Houston
      me, a sheltered middle-class good girl from suburbia
   we took it for granted that it would happen,
      considering the chemistry
    
 love laughs in your face
   when you try to analyze its grotesqe dimensions
  love is bigger than our puny labels and neat categories
   wilder than our white picket fence pipe dreams
 yes, it would be nice to fall in love
    with a Ward Cleaver
and hand lunch boxes to Wally and the Beav
   every morning on their way out the door
 it would be convenient and appropriate to fall
   for a Harvard law school graduate
        a Baptist preacher
    even a clean, honest auto mechanic with some amount of self-respect
  -so much for that

my dalliance with you proved to me
    beyond a shadow of a doubt
 that love is a cosmic joke
    ...I hope I die laughing.