Parading

I look at it through binoculars

I throw lavender on the sheets of my sorrow
I throw lavender on the sheets of my sorrow
I throw lavender on the sheets of my sorrow
I burn frankincense for my sorrow
I burn frankincense for my sorrow
I starch my sorrow
I starch my sorrow
I iron it flat, then I fold it again —Mary Ruefle
I iron it flat, then I fold it again
—Mary Ruefle

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