They will arrive at six
and then it will begin:
she’ll feel strange,
in a strange place
with strange people,
including a future mother-
in-law, sister-in-law, and
of course me, a future, possible
brother-in-law, who will
enjoy sitting back and
soaking in the awkward
silences, and perhaps
even contribruting to them by not
contributing to the conversation,
which will fit in perfectly
with the lattitude permitted
to me by my laziness.