"Have you crawled up your steps today? Were you tripping
drunkenly over your front legs?" She asks politely.
"Did I say something to offend you?" He retorts as he
takes her hand.
"Fasten your belt! There are women in the room." She
snarls at him and clicks her tongue.
"Curtsy and smile," She says to her daughter in a
whisper and a man catches her eye, he bows.
Eye shadow, eyeliner, curl your lashes, lipstick, and smile for
the camera.
Lift her leg but hide your shadows from the light, you needn't get
caught now.
Pull off your left glove, and then your right, polish your finger
nails then call it a night.
Be dignified in the manner you carry yourself, be proud and walk
with your head between the UV rays.
Carry your dress in both hands when you are going up the stairs
and smile politely when he asks you to dance.
Wedge your waist between the ribbons of the corset. Fasten,
breathe in, tighten, breathe again, tighten, tie the two ribbons and exhale.
"Whiskey on the rocks," He says, his breath already
reeks of liquor but she smiles anyhow.
"Cranberry spritzer," She requests and props her elbow
on the bar.
Modern dress split at the seams, an opening near the side of her
knee.
Lift slightly above the navel area, apply a small coating and
remove after ten minutes.
Open the blinds and undress in front of the window, all the Tom's
are peeping.
Doves fly flawlessly across plain canvases, the sky is too bright
to tell the difference.
Tie your laces and walk around the corner,
"Don't forget the lettuce!" She says with an anxious
look and twiddling fingers.
Ring finger on her left; ring finger on his right.
Rice. Cheering. The bride throws her bouquet.
Lift slightly below the navel area, gently apply moisturizer and
remove after an hour.
Wake up to the smell of potpourri and a dab of joy.
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