So what if she pinned your ears to the pillow,
tossed an anvil through your windshield,
dipped your toothbrush in tar,
served you pizza with live toppings,
buried broken lightbulbs in your ice cream;

she’s still the sudden stroke of luck
that doesn’t leave, still the best catastrophe,
a delicate disaster;
she stakes her bright flag atop
the mountains of your tiny country;
it snaps in stiff weather;
so what if the joke’s on you?