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POETRY
The Dress
Trends Are Always Changing But A Classic Remains A Classic
She misses interesting teeth,
Interesting amative stances,
Unmodified shapes&tufts,
First-second-third-fourth-fifth glances,
Her name&footing inquired,
The gyre of sicklebills’ dance
Upon her alluring suspire
Performing for her hand,
The zealous heartists’ pour
Of diligent romantic zest…
Fresh-squeezed from tall carafes — —
But how irony zips the dress!
& wedges her deep in closets.
& eras&approaches pass.
& the next is ever-looking
For that old-newfangled gas:
That chief — seasoned&pickled,
Wickedly efficient to regale —
A dress…as ineffable as her wearer
(…As addresses stenotyped on mail);
But aesthetes needn’t look too far —
She’s pulled&introduced anew
With newer fuss & newer hips —
A swaying-swaying babassu.
Untagged “a dress” & dubbed “the” dress —
Her legacy: bibliographic.
& she counts what caprices forget to count—
That “neoclassic” is still…classic.
