A stain on a wedding dress
tells you
you failed.
You failed.
The harder you scrub
the blacker it gets.
It spreads.
Fills the air
saturates hair and principles
and promises and doubt.
So maybe a front porch is all
that is left when happiness
is what she cares about.
And Tracy Chapman will sing her life,
make the ugly parts beautiful.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... THIS is what I came to your page expecting to find.
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