Certain Enough

A poem

Photo: Emma Bauso, Pexels

If she were a bride
She’d shake in her heels
Sweat off all of her makeup
Until she said something real

If he were a groom
His feet would be cold
He’d say his own objection
Then regret becoming bold

If I were a guest
I’d cry in my seat
Because I couldn’t stay home
So I cut myself to bleed

If we were in love
Would his feet warm up?
Would my makeup be perfect?
Would we be certain enough?

— kb.