We Could Get Married She Said
You could iron your blouse, her mama said,
Thinking this would impress Sue’s boyfriend.
But she did not know how,
He made a mental note of that.
You could make him a sandwich, her daddy suggested.
Not knowing she had never made a sandwich before.
He did not know how to not eat it, so he did, but slowly,
because it was awful.
He made a mental note of that.
You could take him to the barn and show him your 4-H project,
her grandma suggested.
She had apparently been growing marigold seeds in a dark barn, but
of course they would never grow there, needing sunlight, instead of a dark barn.
They were just dead seeds in the bottom of little cups of dirt
They had apparently given up.
He made a mental note of that.
Let’s get married, she suggested.
These people are all bossy here,
and they keep telling me how to do everything.
Apparently she was not a good listener.
He made a mental note of that too.
It was the last time she saw him.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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