Marry Me

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when I was in his bed, and my father had sold me I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded And when I am buried at least I was married I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I’m lucky to share his bed Especially since I’ll soon be dead Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers Then I break a gla*s and I slit my own innermost thigh So that I can pretend that I’m menstru...well, unavailable My life is arranged but this union’s deranged So I’ll f**k who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I’m lucky to share his bed Especially since I’ll soon be dead When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger Or at least until husband finds someone younger Yes, fertilization is part of my station I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s! But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I’m lucky to share his bed Especially since I’ll soon be dead What beautiful things I’ll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I’m lucky to share his bed So why do I wish I was...