The wedding robe

White lace cut down to a christening robe.
Later, a doll with curly blonde hair wore
my mother’s leftover wedding weeds,
a moulded Miss Haversham
preserved in plastic, dressed for the feast,
rosebud lips perpetually parted for love.

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