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Black Dress

I wore a black dress tonight.

The same one I refused to wear

since the night I wore it with you.

We were at a party-

the oldest gentleman found me.

We made conversation about literature-

I looked like Audrey Hepburn, he said.

And I thought to myself,

if that's true, he won't

be able to enjoy it properly.

He didn't.

But you did.

You liked that dress.

After you said so-

I became Givenchy's muse.

I wore it tonight but

It was just a black dress.

I was just a hostess

with swollen feet

waiting for the bus.


  1. Cheers. Another well crafted piece. Your simple, straightforward phrasing allows us to bask in the warm glow of your nostalgia, but is equally capable of abandoning us, cold and alone, at the bus stop with the forgotten hostess.

    Will the dress ever really be 'just a black dress'?

    Can you ever really be 'just a hostess'?


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