We Band of Sisters
Sew your mattress together when it tears, do not show distress in matrimony.
We are red spots on white cotton panties. Our life is that widow sitting in a
chair with a veil upon her face, waiting for the army to take her to bed.
2. What It Is to be Woman
Take pleasure in that dining room table. This is your new kingdom. When he
returns home, because he will, hold his face like he is still the same man.
If you must cry, apply blush afterwards for a dewy look. Destroy the center.
Pluck your own buttons. We happy few. There is a war in here.