I want a drEss.

I want a red dress.

I want it flimsy and cheap,

I want it too tight,

I want to wear it until someone tears it off me.

I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress,

so no one has to guess what’s underneath.

I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store

with all those keys glittering in the window,

past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old

donuts in their café,

past the Guerra brothers

slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,

hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.

I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick.

I want that red dress bad.

I want it to confirm

your worst fears about me,

to show you how little I care about you

or anything except what I want.

When I find it, I’ll pull that garment from its hanger

like I’m choosing a body to carry me into this world,

through the birth-cries and the love-cries too,

and I’ll wear it like bones,

like skin,

it’ll be the goddamned dress they bury me in.

by Kim Addonizio

Yes. This one. exactly. Only shorter.


About Miz. Kyrte

I read, I write, I love. My favorite quote is: We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. Bukowski, baby! Extremes ;-)

9 responses to “I want a drEss.

  1. nev

    Material. ISM. Spray of insanity. Very good bad post.

  2. You should kinda like do what Eryka Badu did in her window seat video…sick!

  3. petesmama

    I like this. I feel the writer on some levels.

  4. nev

    I cannot honestly say I know how you ladies are feeling. This lady knows how to express herself – looky here : “and I’ll wear it like bones,

    like skin,” sincerely!! Great piece but TIPSY……, too many insanities! lol Hop yo good.

  5. I love your blog. so much that I wait for the posts to accumulate then I read them all at once till I am max-ed out.

    • Kissysur? I WAS a frustrated one. I tried and tried and tried to get ONto your blog and failed and failed and failed. Then I tried today and didn’t fail. yay.
      Also, Lady sinister thanks you for all the bombastic things you say about her blog. You Just might propel her to bestsellerhood if you go on massaging her write-y ego like that like that 🙂


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