girl/costume

Emily Corwin

I am sewn into the dress

crinoline is rough and scratch.

I have a pretty room with a pretty rocking horse

and hairbrush and ribbons hoopskirt

the wedding silver and grime.

girl, hands folded girl with aching

daylight burnt in the attic.

I want so badly to give you body

hot-blooded, tender running fevers

running across the barley fields

until femur bone pokes through

to be sick for you

shivering like candlewicks

every tip and fiber lighted.