Poetry: I Don’t Feel It

Here we go. The first one. Again, I don’t even claim to be decent.

White dresses. Packed churches.
Everyone gets it.

Months go by one by one
And one by one they do it.

I scribble away at this and that.
I pay no mind ’til I see it.

Forever alone
But I don’t feel it.

Do they think it?

I think it
Every good girl thinks it.

I can’t not think it.
But I don’t feel it.

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