Unaddressed
by KJ
I am against you wearing that sun dress
that you got for me with the white sash
that wraps just around the chest to lend
a rustle to any bustle whether one has
boa boobs or minuscule, girlish glands,
& it ties in the back; so if you move in I
can sash my arms around you and we
can get me away from that ‘cute’
dress that you sold me on last week.
To be frank I really think it only beautifies
before the store window where you tried
to put it on, & you know how incredibly
jealous I get about anything separating
me from you; let us stick to sleeping in &
mirrors & leave this whole guise on the floor.