Little Black Dress

I woke up this morning and looked

into my closet. 

It was dark and full of vibrant

colored clothing of all shapes and sizes.

But anyhow,

they were my shape.

I was at a loss at what to pick.

Was it going to also be a sign

of oncoming writers block?

Oh no!!!!!

And I looked at the dainty lace top

and wondered if I should wear it.

With my pretty purple skirt.

No.

I don’t want that Louisa May Alcott

style today.

I don’t want to be prim and proper.

I want to be a rebel.

Hmmm….

How about that leather jacket

that I have never worn

with a sleazy little tank top

that’s gonna show my cleavage.

Naw……

Then I saw it resting next to

the rehearsal dinner dress

that will never fit me again.

Not in this lifetime.

The little black dress caught my eye.

Yes.

I want to be a little harlot tonight.

My other half will love it.

Yes, I want to be a bad girl.

Forget the good.

Yup,

I just knocked that little angel

off my shoulders.

She’s gone.

So, I pulled out the little black dress

and tried to get it on.

I pulled and pulled

and tried my hardest to get

the thing to fit.

Then I cursed.

“What has happened?

Did some bugs come into the night

and sinch it tighter each night?”

Well,

then it took a few moments

to get the little black dress off.

I ended up settling for the bulky pink sweater

and the pink sweatpants

and when I see my other half

he’d rather see me in my birthday suit.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 2, 2012