I do not pierce my shoulders
back so my
back does not ache,
rather so the Man,
through the thin white
morning curtain dance,
can see me
first from the side.
YOU ARE READING
Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
PoetryA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
