Red welts on my arms
when they cut me
out of it. My mother
bit her lip, eyeballed my
disappearing fairy wings,
mouthed over and over:
I did not dress that child.
At five I knew who
Marilyn Monroe was,
the turquoise fifties
number, two sizes
too small.
vox nihili wrote:
I got confused there-what does the two sizes too small mean? or the part about the tourqoise fifties. It doesn't make sense to me.
CastlesInTheSky wrote:First the ruby slippers,
straight from the yellow
brick road, dust still
at the heel.