my friend just showed me the reading she wants to do at her wedding and i liked it so i looked up the full poem – scientific romance by tim pratt – and i feel like i just discovered cloen and rose’s wedding vows lmao:

If I became lost in
the multiverse, exploring
infinite parallel dimensions, my
only criterion for settling
down somewhere would be
whether or not I could find you:
and once I did, I’d stay there even
if it was a world ruled by giant spider-
priests, or one where killer
robots won the Civil War, or even
a world where sandwiches
were never invented, because
you’d make it the best
of all possible worlds anyway,
and plus
we could get rich
off inventing sandwiches.