The way the world is not Astonished at you It doesn't blink a leaf When we step from the house Leads me to think That beauty is natural, unremarkable And not to be spoken of Except in the course of things The course of singing and worksharing The course of squeezes and neighbors The course of you tying back your raving hair to go out And the course of course of me Astonished at you The way the world is not
Dear Advice Columnist
I recently killed my father
And will soon marry my mother;
My question is:
Should his side of the family be invited to the wedding?