Marry Me
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and thenMarry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but whenI was in his bed, and my father had sold meI knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do andWhen I'm beheaded at least I was weddedAnd when I am buried at least I was marriedI'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wearWhat beautiful dresses and hairI'm lucky to share his bedEspecially since I'll soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is oursRunning in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowersThen I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thighSo that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailableMy life is arranged but this union's derangedSo I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to loseAnd when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again
But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wearWhat beautiful dresses and hairI'm lucky to share his bedEspecially since I'll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won't swallowThrough balls, births, and bridge games I know what will followWe're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hungerOr at least until husband finds someone youngerYes, fertilization is part of my stationI laugh as he drabs me in anticipationOf sons who will run things when I'm under coversBut whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's!
But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wearWhat beautiful dresses and hairI'm lucky to share his bedEspecially since I'll soon be deadWhat beautiful things I'll wearWhat beautiful dresses and hairI'm lucky to share his bedSo why do I wish I was...