being married

Having beer at home on Tuesdays and
Weekend mornings finding the ski ball in the mall arcade feels like playing hooky from church
On the couch with my book in condo canyon lying next to you
I used to chase cities and vodka and serendipity
I found you and exactly this
Us as a working machine taking care of morning coffee and small bricks to build our lifetime
If I am trapped, it is by happiness, not inertia