In Solution

Eyes closed,

I calculated, determined

that a rubber band could span

the width of my neck plus twice

the thickness

of a Glad bag.

And that, as they say,

might have been that

if not

for the caterers--

she would insist on cancelling,

unmoved

by the symmetry of exchange

between a wedding's menu

and a funeral's.

Instead,

lead legs compressing carpet

tow me kitchenward.

Forsaking customary mugs

for a tumbler,

I witness the miracle

of dissolution

of a honey drop

in Lipton steam.

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