Here Is Your Soul Mate Honey

Here he is. The perfect man. The one I told you about. Snicker. Snicker. Laugh. Laugh. I say, not fooled in the least. We have nothing in common. He is not even my height. His eyes are dull. He’s a dud. Take him back. Re-shelve him. My aunt is angry now. He was her fourth attempt To lure me to the alter, where other docile cousins have been led To be sacrificed to men who feel they own them. I will never be owned, and I am smug about it. We have tried our best, my mother says. Your soul mate might be in the next batch. Let me send them to your door. Some look pretty nice. You do not always want to be single. Single is broken. I laugh, knowing a wholeness she will never know. Having found her “soulmate at eighteen before she ever really lived.