"What Do Women Want?" ~ Kim Addonizio
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.
I chose to start this blog with this poem because I want to be the woman in that red dress. I want to live the rest of my life with RECKLESS abandon! Too long have I lived as the quiet, patient, oh so very careful, girl next door. I will trade my comic books and World of Warcraft subscription for that red dress! 2009 will be the year of the Femme Fatal!
...okay, I was only kidding about giving up the comic books and WoW, but that can be our little secret.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Lady In Red
Posted by Cherry Darling at 11:38 PM 0 comments
Labels: femme fatal, poem, red dress, World of Warcraft
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