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The most uncomfortable


A taunt,

The only intellectual joke

I fully understand.

Dress for stress,

I mean,

To impress

Those people

Who can’t wait

To go home

And wear


Did the indelible mark

Reach deeper than the folds

Of her dress?

She wanted her wedding

To be fragrant with flowers,

Colored with kisses,

Dripping with joy tears,

But one large coffee stain

Still boils on the fabric

Of her fairytale gown.

It hides like her dreams

Among the thrift shop

Wedding dresses.