When I put it over my shoulders I could feel the NO
reaching up out of me as my arms swam through the air
the soft silk landed sweet purple pink swish and there
is this woman with her short brown hair in the mirror
looking stunned at her body fitting and feminine feeling
the forty-two years pass in one simple second.
So? Can you stretch yourself into that woman? The one who allows herself
to be pretty and powerful in this perfect little dress? My friend asks laying on the bed
surrounded by other dresses she brought from the open closet of an examined self.
I smoothed out the memories of my Don’t you mess with me me in the creases
releasing that fifteen year old banished me in the mirror
to join us here. I’m coming to the wedding too, she said.
Plunking herself on the bed. I stood up tall and felt the exquisite softness
of a spaghetti strap holding the two of us tenuously together here
in the sweet soft silky pink and purple that we will wear.