Mar 8, 2017
“I want to walk like I’m the only / woman on earth and I can have my pick. / I want that red dress bad. / I want it to confirm / your worst fears about me, / to show you how little I care about you / or anything except what / I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment / from its hanger like I’m choosing a body / to carry me into this world, through / the birth-cries and the love-cries too, / and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin, / it’ll be the goddamned / dress they bury me in.” (words: Kim Addonizio; photo: David Lachapelle) (soundtrack: https://youtu.be/jn4B2-LoGI4)
