What Do Women Want?
By: Kim AddonizioOctubre 15, 2018Views: 75

I want a red dress.

I want it flimsy and cheap,

I want it too tight, I want to wear it 

until someone tears it off me.

I want it sleeveless and backless,

this dress, so no one has to guess

what’s underneath. I want to walk down

the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store 

with all those keys glittering in the window, 

past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old 

donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers 

slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, 

hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. 

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.

 


SEX • HEART • MIND & BODY


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