Katie’s room is a Queen Street telephone pole, layered
in stickers, posters, photo booth shots, black marker excerpts.
The walls are purple underneath, I think.
Katie shows us her little black dress, her first-date dress,
her more-of-a-shirt dress, her too-fancy-to-wear-anywhere-dress.
Kneeling on a lumpy bedspread of laundry and paperbacks,
my mother and I watch as she tries on every dress in her
doorless closet, waiting to fling our own shirts off
when she declares items available for coveting.
I'm off to Cuba tomorrow, but the blog must go on! Next week on Adelaide West: GUEST POETS!
Photo by Slightlynorth
What do you think your bedroom says about your personality?