My wife has an unconquerable wart on
Her index finger. We’ve named her Eternia and brainstormed
The art for the sci-fi fantasy series “Spawn
Of the lndestructible.” One night, Melissa formed
A theory that the mutant growth had burrowed
A path to her being’s core, and I guffawed–
The juxtaposition of a wart and furrowed-
Brow existentialism (in a broad
Sense) is objectively funny. She’s always making
Me laugh like that. I remember a day
Before I told her I loved her. We were baking
With friends, and she muttered a joke only I heard her say.
I thought to myself, “this woman I really get.”
To date, that’s been my brilliantest thought yet.