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 glass 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 fuck 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...