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Marriage
by donora hillard

My husband was a shotgun made of candy.

I wanted to kill his former lovers, especially

the Strawberry Shortcake-looking one

who swore she was eighteen and the other

who scarred his forearms with knives he

later laid on my body. On our anniversary,

we made love in a kiddie pool full of sugar

and afterbirth. For my birthday, he blew

into fifteen pink balloons and set them loose

around the living room. Then he wanted me

to let his breath out and chase after them

with my mouth open, always wide open.