Andrew comes home from his work party
drunk and wanting a hug.
Even before he recounts the all food he ate
in vivid detail, the mini hamburgers,
the well-seasoned shrimp with just a hint of heat,
he describes a conversation with a newlywed friend
who warned, Beware -- marriage changes everything.
But not for us, Andrew says, his tone
both question and answer.
I don’t know, but I can’t help
doubting that one piece of paper
representing a faith we don’t hold
and a law we sometimes break
will change our lives
when it won’t even change my last name.
Time will change us, certainly,
but that is a different battle.