That Day...

according to Pinal County 
that day 
I got lost on my way to church
and
my ASU English professor sang
Amazing Grace
with our parents (even Amadello)
3 times
that day
Orlando bore the rings
and
we said we do
(and we did)....
that day
you talked and talked and talked
as Orlando shed his little grey tux 
and ran shirtless through the hall
while hooligans outside 
“just married” our car with potato salad
cold cuts, cookies and slices of cheese
but we didn’t dance 
(it was against our religion)...
that day
I hoisted you over my shoulder
and packed you out of there
your lithe little frame 
wriggling under your silky white dress
nose buried in your intoxicating perfume
as you staged mock protest
but we had waited long enough...
that day
for the red heart, silver moon, gold star glitter
that stuck to us
months after
thirty years after
our honeymoon...
that day
that Pinal County says

 never happened.