NOTHING COMES BETWEEN ME & MY COMRAGS LBD
Where this dress has been & has not been:
Quivering on the floor I shan’t say more
Crunched behind a pretty hipster on an elevator
carrying a box of rich-girl cupcakes 16 vanilla in
neat little rows She winked and said:
Eating one may change a life
You mean like asking Mr. Tolstoy for a re-write?
We are at Indigo headquarters after all where a
sign says: Ask And You Shall Receive
PLEASE LIFT ANNA FROM UNDER THAT TRAIN!
Not yet on the Book Tour where the Tokyo crowd will
throw rose petals & raw fish And I will never know if it’s
yesterday or tomorrow This dress has not been on Letterman
yet Will it ride up & pull a Margaret Trudeau? Or flutter in
the breeze a la Marilyn Monroe’s?
All of this is hard to know stuck here in the throes of so much
ice & snow So let us re-visit our dress come Spring This dress
is going places This dress has dreams!