Monday, July 19, 2010

Debutante 1852

I tie the ribbon around my neck
The satin slides under my fingers.
I inspect the mirror.
Burgundy band seems to slice me in two.
The heavy cameo weighs me down, my mother's
Image ever around my neck.
Millstone for everything I cannot be.
Skirts rustle as I descend
Hung by a small ribbon.

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