yes! yes! a thousand times yes!

her wedding dress was sewn
from semen she spat into
her hands, screamin’:
i do, i do!
trading flesh for flypaper,
& armed to the dentures,
we dawn a regalia
of useless genitalia.
& closing the bible,
the minister smiled:
“you may now kiss
the bride.” & they stood and
stared for a while
as husband & wife
squishing mosquitoes
all along their arms
then drove on home
in separate cars.