I’ll forever be curious why I went to a wedding

where they only served pie,

cut a cake with a sword,

and six months later divorced.

Though when I asked why, I was met with resistance, like posing the question

just wasn’t my business.

But I traveled a long way for that dry wedding.

From New York to Oregon.

For a slice of blueberry pie,

hand picked by the bride—

whose groom, I guess

couldn’t stand blueberries.