19.03.05 - 4:25 p.m.

i once knew a woman who saved the shards
of the glass stepped on at her wedding, told
everyone (but me) that it was a souvenir of the
best-day-of-her-life-next-to-the-days-on-which-her-children-were-born.
she showed me her wedding album, the broken glass
double-bagged in paper grocery sacks and
told me she'd made sure the pieces all fit together
because you should never put all of your eggs in one basket.