Monday, February 23, 2009

What She Was Wearing

this is my suicide dress
she told him
I only wear it on days
when I'm afraid
I might kill myself
if I don't wear it


you've been wearing it
every day since we met
he said

and these are my arson gloves

so you don't set fire to something?
he asked

exactly

and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots

I'd like to undress you
he said
but would that make me an accomplice?

and today
she said I'm wearing
my infidelity underwear
so don't get any ideas


and she put on her nervous breakdown hat
and walked out the door

from Illegible Address. © Luquer Street Press, 2004

1 comment:

sirbarrett said...

Holy impactful poem!