And you'd barely been married Before they told you I was coming out The same way I went in. The ruffles on the wedding dress Still scented with the occasion- Nobody came. Chin up, Chin up, You say, And you can't see my neck is broken. It's all your fault, But I love you anyway... I think. I'm trying not to be you, In your stained sweatpants and perpetual clogs You wear them in December, You find them convenient Enough to ignore your exposed heels In the winter snow, And my vertebrae Slowly buckling under their weight.