Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The clothes I bought at 17

Within minutes of stepping out my front door
I feel strangers’ eyes and licks of rain
against my legs
and wish I’d worn a longer dress.

Shoulders like earrings
and elbows like a belt,
I pass windy alleyways,
heavily garbed mothers and daughters,
greasy men smoking in front of bars.
I tug at my dress and wonder if it
hasn’t shrunk
in insidious increments
over six years.

As posted on LAID


Dorkmaster Flek said...

Nothing wrong with short skirts. Nope, nothing at all... :)

Claudia said...

Hehehe I am still wearing clothes I bought at 17 :)