Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Little Black Dress

Before making light,
God cut
a piece
out of the charcoal night,

held it
in one hand,
and waited.

When light came,
God shook
the dark piece

and beheld:
the little
black dress.

Then, God
looked about
for tan shoulders
on which to
perfectly drape it.

(the rest
is herstory).

- For Ingrid Michaelson/copyright 2009/twmcdermott

I highly recommend Ingrid's new album, Everybody. If you do not have it, get it. Now. You will not be sorry.

1 comment:

  1. Love the poem!
    Women wearing a black dress always have stories to tell.

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