Gwyneth’s getting married again
And again
And again
First was the artist
Then the sculptor
Then the writer who can’t write
Then the singer who stopped singing
Gwyenth makes cupcakes
And Gwyenth makes eco-friendly dishwashing soap
And Gwyenth makes millions
By making advice
And baking it
Into handmade soap
Gywenth’s wearing white
And Gwenth’s wearing rings from the forest
That small children gathered
In Japan
Gywenth’s doing her own catering
And she’s roasting mushrooms
Scaling frosting
Easing pumpkin-wrapped shrimp
And duck-laced mango potatoes
Gwywneth’s lost her bracelet
So she buys a dozen more
Her mother gave her the one she lost
So she orders a dozen more mothers
To sit in wide-oak folding chairs
At her wedding
Her wedding
Her wedding
Gywentyth’s getting married
And she’s improvising vows
She’ll say ‘precious’
She’ll say ‘truth’
She’ll say ‘precious truth’
And ‘amethyst’ and ‘virtuous’
And ‘sanctimonious’
Gwenynth’s wearing heels
And Gwenyth’s wearing flats
And Gwenyth’s got her hair down
And Gwentyth’s wearing make-up
And Gwenyth’s going natural
And Gywenth’s writing poetry
And Gwnetyh’s geting married
Again
Again
Again
Gwenthy’s never been divorced
She’s never owned a label
She never buys the best
She never gets fast food
She has a thousand kids
And she adopted six or twelve
And she’s never met a single one
Of any of them
Gwenthyth shows her Oscar
To the guests
And to the cooks
She gives tours
Of all the grounds
And says--
‘This is France’
‘This is New York’
‘This is Upstate New York’
‘I miss LA’
‘I miss London’
‘I miss living outside London’
She’s got to dance
She’s got to laugh
She’s got to pose
For the photographers
She invited to harass her
On her wedding day
Gwentheyz’s found her bracelet
It was behind her mother
Her third mother
The one with half a career
She puts it on
She lowers her veil
She learns the lyrics
To a song she’ll be singing
At the reception
She cuts up carrots
She scrubs the tub
She holds her child
Or somebody’s child
While she tries to feel
Maternal
Thisi s cruel
This is nasty
This is unnecessary
Towards a woman
Who just wants
To get it right
Just once
Just once
Maybe twice
Couldn’t hurt
She’s getting married
Knowing
She’ll get married
Again
And again
And again
She writes her name
In the guestbook
At her own wedding
So she’ll never forget
Where she was
The last time
She tied
The knot
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