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In Which the Manic Pixie Dream Girl Attends Her Own Funeral
I write poems, break hearts, solve mysteries
They’ve called me vapid and careless, a tease
I bought the pillbox hat with the black veil
at a yard sale that summer
You told me probably an old lady died in it
I felt confident in my purchase,
given the way
you looked at me
We were always laughing
and honestly,
you’re one of the funniest people
I’ve ever met
Are we Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn?
Or Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher?
That’s always the question
I want to know the answer
someday
when my bones are more so brittle
and I look like Sally Field in an
Osteoporosis pill commercial
In my former life I felt like
some lawfully wedded
Miss Havisham variation
Wedding gown covered in dust
Did I ever tell you that I saw
Kurt and Courtney’s wedding cake topper
on my own honeymoon?
Should’ve seen it as a
snowy, orb-shaped omen
You finally clued me in
after all these years
that I wasn’t so much a Havisham,
Sawyer or Finn, but more like an
Estella to your Pip
Always suspected,
but feared the red herrings and
scarlet letters and
you know me:
I write poems, break hearts, solve mysteries
They’ve called me vapid and careless, a tease
I bought the pillbox hat with the black veil
at a yard sale that summer
You told me probably an old lady died in it
I felt confident in my purchase,
given the way
you looked at me
We were always laughing
and honestly,
you’re one of the funniest people
I’ve ever met
Are we Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn?
Or Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher?
That’s always the question
I want to know the answer
someday
when my bones are more so brittle
and I look like Sally Field in an
Osteoporosis pill commercial
In my former life I felt like
some lawfully wedded
Miss Havisham variation
Wedding gown covered in dust
Did I ever tell you that I saw
Kurt and Courtney’s wedding cake topper
on my own honeymoon?
Should’ve seen it as a
snowy, orb-shaped omen
You finally clued me in
after all these years
that I wasn’t so much a Havisham,
Sawyer or Finn, but more like an
Estella to your Pip
Always suspected,
but feared the red herrings and
scarlet letters and
you know me:
I write poems, break hearts, solve mysteries
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