Woman, happily madder than man,
closer to life and nonsense,
Princess of absurdity,
collector of dreams and menus,
Attuned to silent sounds and unheard voices.
Believer in miracles and magic and attending angels,
without you i can do my own laundry;
though I always lose a sock.
I can cook my own food;
though I always break egg yolks.
But without you
I can't read my own eyes
Or hear my heart
or show off
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