little black dress

the curves on my

frame are the lines of

a sketch bent slightly

too far; i'm an awkward

angle in geometry

class no one dares to

find and this tiny black

dress is revealing too

much in too little

time. the whispers of

crisscrossed marked

thighs and starry knees

swirl before me and i'm

gone, disconnected. they say

black is slimming but

i've never felt more

potent and i hope

to god no one can see

right through me.

formal dances aren't

ideal for the invisible.

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