"you eat eight spiders a year in your sleep"
You checked your email, and found a forward:
Don’t throw rice at weddings! The excess rice
is a feast for unsuspecting pigeons!
they eat the rice; it swells in their stomachs
and then the birds explode over playgrounds!
You got concerned, but I didn’t buy it.
I said things like rice takes twenty minutes
in boiling water, and I’ve never seen
a pigeon graveyard underneath a slide.
You were always the one for urban myths—
spiders in bouffants, dogs in microwaves,
and the man-with-the-hook on make-out point.
"God!" I cried. "It’s just an urban legend.
You can’t trust everything you hear… or read.
You…your problem is that you’re too trusting."
"Your problem is that you’re too cynical.
I’m going out!" you yelled, grabbing your coat.
You returned with a full grocery bag
and plans for a romantic evening.
While you unpacked, I got the picture:
we mixed together some rice and glitter
and took a sadistic walk in the park.
(Inspired by the latest a softer world.)
