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poem for friday

Sorry for the sporadic silence, but real life has spent the week flopping like a fish, expecting me to resurrect it through the continuous act of being really busy, followed by the sleep of the profoundly tired. We said the gym tonight but I'm already reneging in my heart; tonight there will be only couch and white wine.

But, hey, it's Friday and the end is in sight. And here's a poem I really, really love:

"What Do Women Want?"

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

Related: Addonizio's fabulous homepage (she's brill and gorgeous)


  • At 2:40 AM , Anonymous eek said...

    Love the poem! I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. A a coupla years ago, and yeah, she's tops.


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