Interlude: Other People's Poetry

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


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

by Denver Butson
photograph by Meghan Colson


lucklys said...

wow, powerful poem. really, really powerful.

Anonymous said...

This is a very excellent poem. Very excellent! I'm going to hang it on my wall. I particularly love the nervous breakdown hat.


Kate Horowitz said...

I especially liked the arson gloves. He was so artful in his selection of clothes to match each crime. Lovely lovely.

Adam Wishneusky said...

I loves it!

Kate Horowitz said...

I just keep reading this one and I like it more every time.

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