What Women Want
I want a red dress
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it to tight, i want to wear it
until someoone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in there cafe, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick
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