I told Karl
I wanted to get married
But he reminded me that I
Was still married to that other guy.
Hired a lawyer, filed divorce papers,
Drove over the mountain to my court hearing where
I told the judge I didn’t want
Child support, just my freedom.
When the divorce was final I said to Karl
Now let’s get married
But he shrugged
What’s wrong with just living together?
Who needs a piece of paper?
Called the Town Clerk and got a marriage license
Filled it out
Talked to the rabbi, a summer visitor from New York
Who fancied himself a hipster even though
He was fat and ugly and salacious.
He said he would marry us at his place
In exchange for a loaf of homemade bread.
Baked a loaf of wholewheat bread and
Told Karl that we were getting married.
We drove to the rabbi’s house
Sat at his kitchen table
While he pronounced us
Man and wife and
It wasn’t really anticlimatic.