Another Poem

That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,

our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.

I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,

then—lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed—

shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.

I’d never felt so sensual before—

Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.

In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:

we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.

You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.

 

 

 

 

This one's fun. If you don't get why, look at the author's name.