Story (poem)

That headline is a tad confusing.

Story

He found subtlety in her spaghetti,
which was reason enough to marry.
She loved the coal-dust in his laughter
and how when he ate her food he got fatter.
The hills around them rotated ten times
before he collapsed in a hole and died.
Her people told her to move on, but it was
ten more years before she learned to get along.

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