The Beach— Where You Like to be Barefoot

What's crazy is that—
Sometimes I still wear that dress.

The dress that made you leave.
And I don't feel a single thing.

In fact,
I feel comfortable wearing this dress.
It makes me look and feel beautiful.

It supports my breasts; it's loose.

It's white, and blue, and black.
It has two strings with silver beads on it.

I wear this dress
and it's like nothing ever happened.

Because it happened to me,
not the dress.

I defy the existence of the painful past
with the wearing of this dress

because I never associated any of the abuse
with this mere piece of fabric.



This is my dress.
My grandmother bought it for me.

And it reminds me of the beach