Dressing this Morning
I am waiting for you along the line of a bed
building up stories and knocking them down—
Christ-like figures will find one another
and I’ve yet to find the grace in letting go.
My life plateaued in a prom dress, the red one
you always liked, even years later. Together
we lived in breakfast, in punishment,
in cold cups of coffee left on the nightstand,
in the way you used to say
my short skirts mean I’m self improving.
Bryanna Licciardi is pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing from Emerson College, where she serves as the Poetry Editor for Redivider magazine. Currently she lives in Boston working as a tutor. Her meager wages go towards feeding her overweight cat Johnny.
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