My White Skirt
After a flood drenched
my storage space
I sorted through it to
see what I could salvage.
The white skirt I wore
to two formals remained unscathed.
I had kept it all these
years hoping to fit in it once again.
I held it up and
marveled that I ever wore that tiny waste line.
I think if I ever wear
it again it will be in a casket.
They can slit it and put
the whole thing on my front side.
No one’s going to see the
back anyway.
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