Find the escape--
Through the narrow door
toward the back.
Crawl underneath the
Clothed pews,
Your dress crumpling
And wrinkling
against your rug-burned stomach.
Keep the end goal in sight.
If your Sunday best outfit
Begins to slip,
Leave it.
Buy a new one.
You need to focus on
Getting out.
You might even make a new friend.
Being naked and all.
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2 comments:
love love love this!
Two poems in a row about being naked. What's on your mind darling? Just kidding. They were great!
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