sans butter

i increasingly see marriage as a transaction of...convenience.
to have biological kids, to share the rent
there will be smiles, some care
he'll make fun of how ridiculous u look with ur ski goggles
u'll say his rice comes out like smash
there will be yay kisses and occasional hugs of thanks
but no dancing on rooftops in ur pj's, or titanic eyes
there will always be a part kept to you, for you, only you
with God