The ceremony lasted eleven minutes.
D timed it proudly, and I shivered
while our photos were taken
by the wishing well.
We laughed at the Hard Rock Café
when the staff made us stand
on top of a bar table.
We held hands and tottered on the polished wood,
and after the bride and groom toast
everyone yelled “Suckers!” We swayed
to Lauryn Hill’s version of our song
even after most of our guests had left.
He lifted me over the threshold
of our little cabin that night.
We pretended it was our new home
where we were safe for a little while
from mounting debt
from demanding schoolwork
from broken families
from sorrowful pasts.
We clung together,
hoping to find tools
for carving a new path.
In the morning
we woke to falling snow,
fresh against the evergreens.