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October 12, 2011

by Meghan Helmich

I hate how I was raised to expect things
like a a punch bowl full of sherbert and seven-up,
a white crinoline gown,
and a man who would've asked me to prom
if only he'd known me in high school.
Instead, he'll marry me
to make me forget.

10/12/2011

Author's Note: Incomplete and without title until I'm satisfied.

Posted on 10/12/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/12/11 at 09:49 PM

Pretty satisfying so far.

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