Fact #1: My wife left a butcher knife in my scapula.
Fact #2: My wife left.
Fact #3: My wife left me the butcher knife.
Fact #4: When you print your wedding invitation on a photo, you're
saying to your guests, "Take this picture of us and give it back to us
in a slightly different form."
Facts #1-4: The Johnsons simply framed our wedding invitation and gave
the picture to us as a wedding gift. The Jamesons superimposed our
wedding invitation on a deck of cards and gave the pack to us as a
wedding gift. The Joneses lacquered our wedding invitation onto the
cover of an antique book and gave the relic to us as a wedding gift.
The Jacksons made a jigsaw puzzle of our wedding invitation and gave
the game to us as a wedding gift. The Johnstons sewed our wedding
invitation into a quilt and gave the blanket to us as a wedding gift.
The Jensons painted our wedding invitation into the bottom of two
cereal bowls and gave the dishes to us as a wedding gift. "I feel
paralyzed." That's what my wife said. She said our marriage was a
revolving door with no opening: "Our marriage is a revolving
door… with no opening." She said she was leaving. She said
she was leaving me everything, even the one wedding gift that didn't
have our faces on it: "I'm leaving. This has been the worst two weeks
of my life. I'm not taking anything. Not even the butcher knife." She
tossed the butcher knife in the air before she walked out. She shut the
door before the knife landed on the floor. She wanted the symphony of
knife-slapping-floor and door-slamming-wife to be her finale. But the
knife made no
sound when it met the floor—the linoleum floor, the
rubber-handled knife. The knife bounced towards my torso. I ducked and
caught it in the scapula. I was wearing a T-shirt with our wedding
invitation ironed into the back of it, a gift from the
Andrew Borgstrom has writing in or coming from Caketrain, Everyday Genius, Syntax, The Anenome Sidecar and others.
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