Fibers

red dress

 

The man walked past, and
I could have been anyone
but I had been that girl in the club
the night he forgot to tell me
his wife’s name

I never was good with heeding warnings
twenty-three
with a chip on my shoulder
something to prove
I scarce remember
who I wanted to convince

laughing over a glass of
Rodney Strong
cabernet sauvignon
I forget what year
I got wise and no longer cared
what they thought

I had wanted to find him
again
showing off
in Vera Wang red silk
but I think I
could wear anything
or nothing
and be just fine with myself

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