Get up girl, he says
It's a holiday!
You can't be yourself today
You can't roll your eyes
You can't lock the doors
You must wear an apron and bake pies
You must be ready for a beer run on command
Invite family or at least, strangers to play them
Tell funny stories like when your Prozac kicked in
SMILE like you just sharpened knives
SMILE and I just might devour you later
Get up girl, he says
Ok, I'll settle for you just getting dressed
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