Something Old
The waste from the cattails showed up
heavily against her green velvet dress.
Her mama was gonna be mad,
for she'd taken on extra sewing all last month
just so she could afford to buy it for her.
She had already decided that she wouldn't
even try to brush the fuzz off. Why? ---
When she had done it on purpose. After all
of the time she'd spent begging for it,
and all of the "no's", it had
suddenly lost its value.
Unpretty, as most things are when they're new.
All stiff and oderless... lonely.
Until life gets ahold of it and gives it wrinkles
and it starts to smell---like
alcohol and cigarettes. ... and kittens.
Yes! Yes! She would leave the piliferous vomit
right where it had landed.
So, she walked home,
quite aware of the thrashing which awaited her. Yet, she couldn't help but smile.
For she knew that what the green
velvet dress had lost in value,
she had more than compensated it
with character.
Copyright © Carol Bowen-Davis | Year Posted 2020
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