Today, I’d like to share with you my favorite poem right now. It’s called “What She was Wearing” by Denver Butson. I’d love to hear your thoughts/feelings.
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
and these are my arson gloves
so you don’t set fire to something?
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