Portrait of a Dress

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How can we stand still for so long, Evelyn? They wouldn’t understand. Her life is not much more complicated than before. Something is underneath. Porcelain breasts clinging to gravity and a loss of hours. She pushes her image against a cold window, slips on the dress and tucks away his white lie in the lining of the hem.

(4/24/17)

 

 

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